The Park, All Morning and Afternoon, Saturday
Ken wanted to die.
He was sitting in the gazebo of the park, in a big chair.
Dressed like Santa, complete with fake beard. His 'ho ho ho's sounded a little snarky, but he was doing his best not to ruin it for the kids.
His shins already told him never to have his own children.
[ooc: Open! No OCD, I'm lazy.]
He was sitting in the gazebo of the park, in a big chair.
Dressed like Santa, complete with fake beard. His 'ho ho ho's sounded a little snarky, but he was doing his best not to ruin it for the kids.
His shins already told him never to have his own children.
[ooc: Open! No OCD, I'm lazy.]