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The war over Christmas dragged out into a bloody stalemate...
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| Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee! | |
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| When I get done, they'll only need a mop and bucket to clean up your remains! | |
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The battle only ending when both realized they had missed Christmas...
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| Oh crap, Christmas has been over for almost a week now! My old lady is going to kill me...gotta run! | |
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| Damn, I'm running late for that New Years party now. I gotta score me some loving. | |
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The real losers in the fight were the poor kids whose parents had to make do with last minute gifts. The End.
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| Hey Billy, how do you like the new toy Santa brought you this year? | |
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| I think I pointed it the wrong way...do we have any Band-Aids mom? | |
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