You be the judge.
Today’s blog comes a few days late and a few shakes of a reindeer’s tail before New Years, but will still focus on the trivial things that Rudolph, St. Nick, and the guy lurking outside your girlfriend’s bedroom dressed in a Santa outfit sans pants failed to discover.
|Not the Four Horseman of the Apocolypse|
|Meatloaf rotting in the fridge. No, I won't do that actually.|
|Still not the Four Horseman of Apocolypse|
|Oh C'mon now|