Timmy’s favorite Christmas holiday was when he got more than one annual ice cream. His mother worked hard to spoil him that year, but it evened out cause the next year he outgrew his clothes and had to go with one less pair of socks than usual.
Fruit Incest
Relatively Fresh
It’s not Christmas until I rip off Haimalopex’s schtick.
It’s not Christmas until someone interrupts you and steals your thunder.
Good thing about being poor, when you have extra money on Christmas it feels like Santa came by for real.