Saint Nic
Paul and I went to go take a picture with Santa today.
Which by the way, cost way to much.
The picture was taken within a second of us sitting down, then we got to chat with Santa about our good deeds.
Santa: "What will you be leaving me to eat?"
Me: "Beer."
Santa: "Do you have any Scotch?"
Apparently Santa's a lush.
I WISH SANTA COULD TAKE AWAY CRAMPS FOREVER.
CAUSE THEY ARE FUCKING KILLING ME RIGHT NOW.
Which by the way, cost way to much.
The picture was taken within a second of us sitting down, then we got to chat with Santa about our good deeds.
Santa: "What will you be leaving me to eat?"
Me: "Beer."
Santa: "Do you have any Scotch?"
Apparently Santa's a lush.
I WISH SANTA COULD TAKE AWAY CRAMPS FOREVER.
CAUSE THEY ARE FUCKING KILLING ME RIGHT NOW.