You knew this was coming
Mellowmas 2012
On Mellowmas Eve, we pour you a triple shot of holiday mellow gold
In which Jason uses a supertalent Michael Jackson double to exact his revenge on Jeff
Break out the white wine spritzers, because we’re about to get some smooth jazz up in this Mellowmas
In which a sunny trip to the islands takes a sad, nonsensical turn
In which Jason and Jeff fall into a deep, pillowy-soft Cuneta hole
Happy holidays from a former soap star with nothing left to do but rock on
In which Carly Rae Jepsen and a plastic Ukranian woman remind us of “The Facts of Life”
Turns out Michael Buble isn’t the only one who can sleepwalk his way through a holiday standard
Sandals and a robe mean never having to stay in tune
Everybody already know it’s Mellowmas, so I’ma tell ’em. Aight?
Yesterday, we insulted Jon Secada. Today, he will have his revenge
Random plurals, a synth banjo, and screaming — yes, it’s Mellowmas
It’s Horst and Sharon Hartung’s world, and we’re just living in it
In today’s installment, we travel to the corner of Aqua Net and Sadness, where we meet a gentle-eyed Hallmark salesman
Andrea Bocelli can sing whatever he wants. But that doesn’t always mean he should
Because nothing says the holidays like a teen idol, a comically oversized bow, and line after line of dick jokes
In today’s installment, we travel back in Mellow time and get O’Sullivaned
It places the gospel in the Cracker Barrel, or it gets the beard again
Does omnipotence give Santa an unfair advantage with the ladies? We investigate
Modern holiday hymn, or fart joke? This Mellowmas, you don’t have to choose
It’s inappropriate. It’s borderline racist. It’s Mellowmas
Now here’s a little story we got to tell / About two bad brothers at the gates of Mell