Hopefully, after 32 oz. worth of 'holiday cheer' from that lowboy blender, Dad doesn't light up more than his smoke w/ that fan-forced firestarter (twisted firestarter!) or carve up carolers demanding figgy pudding w/ the automatic slicing knife. Eh, at least his shoes will be nicely polished as they haul him off to jail...too bad Hermie went into dentristy versus law school.
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