Talk about the worst birthday gift ever. Cute baby! Here’s some myrhh for His funeral to hide the stench of the corpse!

Dude. Killjoy much! I mean, who does that?

And it’s not like this was some last minute shopping these guys did and they were up against the clock running around the Bethlehem Wal-Mart minutes before closing. They traveled thousands of miles to give this. It’s tacky. I don’t care who you are. (I’m betting they didn’t even wrap the gifts. They were guys. Guys never wrap anything.)

I’m betting Joseph and Mary kinda’ shrugged their shoulders, shook their head, and said, “Foreigners.”

The wise men I’m thinking don’t seem so wise if you ask me. But hey, they weren’t exactly rocket scientists. I mean, these are guys that got on their camels and traveled for thousands of miles because they saw something shiny. Their names, according to tradition, are Melchior, Caspar, and Balthazar. I half think we would have been better off with Moe, Larry and Curly.

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