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| So, you know how that stupid little poem refers to you as "8 tiny reindeer?" | |
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| I was thinking the same thing! I mean, you could easily get along with, say, Comet and Vixen, right? | |
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| Shit, Santa, you know we could! Some of those reindeer are dead weight. And you know what I've been saying about Prancer.. | |
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| Right, good. Because I sold Comet and Vixen for venison today. In case you didn't know, 1,000,000 miles of square ice and snow doesn't pay for toys or heat. | |
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| Oh, shit. Y'know, I think Donner has been stealing Playstation 2's and selling them on E-bay. | |
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