with great frustration in his voice, I just can’t get it up. This Christmas was the first time he stterad putting words in with Christmas carols instead of just nonsensical phrases. Personally, I loved how at church he sang VERY loudly the phrase What the hell’ the angels sing. Glory to the newborn king. Every so often, he’ll just pull up his shirt and say These are my boobs. NO clue where he gets all this stuff from