Not-so-wonderful Christmastime.

Esquire provides tips for removing that horrible McCartney Christmas song, "Wonderful Christmastime" from your head. Of course, just by reading this, I've infected you, so you really need those tips now, don't you?

I'm just like a drug company. "If you woke up this morning and felt fine, you may have FEELING FINE DISEASE and you need to BUY OUR NEW DRUG to fix that!"

I do like the earworm picture, it's relevant and reusable. Let's face it; Esquire probably has more important things to talk about, but fuck that.

The way I quote myself works is not entirely understood.