(playful theme music) – Welcome back. – Okay, I feel like I dug myself a big hole in the previous segment. – Uh huh, yeah, what do you have to say for yourself? – I just want to apologize for anybody who’s gone to a community college or currently at a community college. I also want to take the time to apologize to anybody who loves cats, and cats themselves, because I know I’ve made a lot of enemies there. No hard feelings against anybody from community college, or cats. – But you are, – Sorry. – Sorry. – I’m very sorry. – He said it, alright. The holidays are coming up, and there’s a lot of pressure to have a fa-la-la-la-la-lalabulous attitude about it. – That’s right, but the holidays can also be very, very stressful, sometimes you just need to get your rage out. And that’s what we’re about to do, but we’re gonna do it in a little twist of a way with some helium-filled lungs, it’s time for The Big Blow Up: Holiday Edition. – Okay, there’s only one rule here, you can only rage as long as the helium lasts, okay. Let the seasonal complaining commence. – I hate when people unwrap their presents slowly so you can keep the paper, it’s taking you forever, no one likes to be regifted your crappy, reused wrapping paper, it’s wrinkly, we know what you did. – I hate people who pretend to like egg nog. It’s just alcoholic mayonnaise with a hint of cinnamon, bah. – I hate Starbucks gift cards, I’m never left with exactly enough, so I’m going back to Starbucks one last time and spending $5.50 out of pocket just so I don’t feel like I’m losing the 19 cents that’s still on my gift card. – I hate spelling Hanukkah. Is there a C, two Ns, two Ks? Don’t tell me there’s three Ks, ’cause that’s gotta be wrong. – I hate that every year pop artists cover the same five Christmas songs over and over again. You step into Macy’s, you hear Let It Snow eight times before you hit Home Goods. We have enough versions, write some new freaking Christmas songs. – I hate last-minute shoppers. Every year, you gotta tell yourself– Oh, I’m so lightheaded, I’ve sucked way too much helium, okay, here we go. – You gotta load up again brother. – I hate last-minute shoppers. Every year you tell yourself you’re gonna buy presents earlier, and yet you’re at Target at 5:30 p.m. on December 24th, making me stand in line to buy a roll of toilet paper. I need TP, we’ve been eating nonstop ham. – I hate people who wear ironic Christmas sweaters. What else did you pick up while you were at Urban Outfitters, an original personality perhaps? Wake up sheeple. – I hate Christmas carolers, back away from my house. If I wanted people wearing too many layers singing loudly outside my door about times long past, I’d finally pony up for Hamilton tickets. – I hate the motorized wicker reindeer that people put in their front yard this time of year. I’ve nearly wrecked a dozen times, because I was certain that demon-possessed reindeer skeleton was lightly grazing. – Speaking of reindeer, I hate that one reindeer named Cupid, wrong holiday dude. And what about that one called Vixen, what the crap happened there? What do you think, you’re sexy Vixen? I don’t think so, reindeers aren’t sexy, they just gallivant around, and they’re pettable, and prancey, prancey, okay, they are sexy. – Whew, I hate cats that go to community college. – Happy holidays mythical beasts. Click through to watch us have a zombie cuddle puddle with musical guest Langhorne Slim. – [Rhett] Card your friends, gift card them that is. Get your loved ones a Mythical Store gift card, available at mythical.store.