Where my ho ho ho’s at? Merry Christmas, y’allz!
Bottom line: I need a better Spanx onesie.
Christmas packages in Connecticut.
Have fantasies of “hiding” that creepy ass Elf on a Shelf inside the woodstove?
Even his nose is flaming.
“Of mice and women,” I always tell him.
I have melted like the Winter Warlock and gone all Martha Stewart Christmas shit crazy.
Don we now our gay apparel.
Thank the baby Jesus in his cold, cold manger for this fucking delicious holiday cocktail celebrating his birth.
“And the kind of threesome SHE wants? We’re cool with that.”
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