OMG Leave a reply 232 Fireballs for Christmas I don’t want to know how many are left. Some mornings, my cheeks are abraded. Five seems to be a minimum. But here’s a great portion of last evening — a fistful of fireballs and a timeshifted Ugly Betty. Yucks and sucks. Share this:ShareFacebookLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...