Happy Hearthswarming! S—–r was full!

Applejack: Where do you think you’re going? Nopony’s leaving. Nopony’s walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Hearth’s Warming Eve. No, no. We’re all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We’re gonna press on, and we’re gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Hearth’s Warming since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny bucking Haye. And when Jingle Bell squeezes his fat white rump down that chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of plot-holes this side of the nuthouse. Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I’d like Flim and Flam, right here tonight. I want them brought from wherever they’ve holed up, and I want them brought right here, with big ribbons on their heads, and I want to look those con-ponies straight in the eyes and I want to tell them what cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, scrawny, bug-eyed, stick-legged, mustachioed sacks of monkey shit they are! Hallelujah! Holy cow-plop! Where’s the Tylenol?

@zerowinger66  
Ahhh, Cousin Eddie!

It’s a reference to National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.