frosty's phallic symbol
I came home tonight and Frosty The Masturbating Snowman was not alone. He was guarded by several brightly lit candy canes and two frolicking, 800 watt reindeer.
I must stop my uncle before it's too late. What if he adds something new every night? I'll end up with one of those lawns, the kind that I write nasty blog entries about.
My neighbor across the street has completed her outdoor decor and it looks as if a Lite-Brite threw up on her lawn. My cousin has adorned her yard with a giant inflatable lawn ornament that, from my vantage point, looks like Santa is re-enacting a scene from Deliverance with Rudolph.