Celebrity Edition!

When I was moonlighting as a bartender, a liver fluke came into the joint, slopped down in a corner booth and snapped his fingers to get a cocktail waitress.

Yoooo, NOT BLINKING. If you're doing Christmas properly, with wine, 'nog and everything else, blinking lights are just way too hypnotizing. Also, eventually nauseating. Keep that shit steady since I'm not, right?