HIV-AIDS (PSA)

The runna come in thousands. Crazed by the scent of blood, they live by the taste of flesh. With razor, teeth, they can strip a man to the bone in a frozen instant of terror. They're here. They're hungry. They'll eat you alive.

It's the season to be jolly. After vacationing across America and throughout Europe. Take it, Russ! This holiday season, the Griswalls are going to play it safe. They're staying at home. I give you the Griswold Family Christmas Tree.

Hoping I get in south all over your sweater, Clark. All Clark Wars is a quiet old fashioned Christmas. Sorry. That will not hear you work on that. What he's going to get is the gift that keeps on living.

Merry Christmas is family. We didn't come to impose. Oh hell, it's plenty of room. Do you sleep with your brother? Do you know how sick and twisted that is, Mom? Well, I'm sleeping with your father.

Have you got a kiss from me? Eh, you better take a rain check on that, Artie. He's got lip fungus, ain't identified yet. But no holiday could ever be more deeply touching. Gonna call, but anyone had to make it a surprise.

If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn at the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised than I am right now. Ah, I'm really gonna fly down the hill with this stuff. So genuinely moving.

My refill your eggnog for you. Drive you out to the middle of nowhere, leave you for dead. More truly uplifting. Can I show you something? No, it's just blouse browsing. Or more down to it.

Merry Christmas! If Santa is smart, it'll stay well clear of this journey to death trap. What? Aah! Two, two, go go! And Christmas with the Griswolds. Everybody, come on quick, look at the lights! They want you to say grace.