Heavily tattooed old punk rocker and weird movie aficionado, as well as cat enthusiast, hair dye addict and drinker of copious amounts of wine. If I don't have my ass parked on the couch, watching something crazy from the seventies with a vino in hand, there is something wrong with the universe. I occasionally take a break from drinking and watching movies to grade papers and bring people food and pour them drinks, but normally, I'm happiest at home with my six fur children and a box of cheap cabernet. Crank up the Misfits loud, pick your poison, and join me!
Be careful your cats don't decide to attack the bits of string representing the Santas' beards!
ReplyDeleteI didn't even think about that, Ivan. I will take heed.
ReplyDeleteWould it totally blow everyone's mind if I told you there was another fuckin' Santa on the back of this thing?
I thought so!
Disturbing.
ReplyDeleteYou know you like it, Carl.
ReplyDeleteYou should shave the Santa that goes over your crouch and grow out, then dye your pubes white. That would be dedication to the meaning of Christmas.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that sounds hawt, Suzuka. I'll do that now. Bleach on my pubes will feel great.
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