‘Twas the Flight Before Christmas
My seat had no window, I'd wasted my cash / on a seat in the middle by a guy with a rash
My seat had no window, I'd wasted my cash / on a seat in the middle by a guy with a rash
There is no way ol' Kris Kringle is going to remember what I asked for… until now. This holiday season, he is going to remember my name.
Wearing multiple warm layers will ensure that you don’t end up in the ER with hypothermia.
Don’t you dare be soothed into chorale complacency by our initial thin delivery and ambiguous harmonies.
Dude, I cannot wait to get in there and silently appreciate the little fella. Let’s go!
As you know, I have just spent the holiday season visiting family in my hometown, Fir Tree Falls.
I’m the worst, aren’t I? I was so adamant it was, like, the only thing I wanted for Christmas.
Jesus was born on a virgin. A virgin is a kind of a airplane. There was a pilot there called Punch Us.
This Santa is cloned from DNA from the original St. Nicholas, and raised in captivity in our North Pole mock-up.
They say time heals all wounds, but that’s only for people who aren’t known by a nickname based on their biggest insecurity.
Emeton's Loose Nuts are meatier, more sensuous, more lissome, bustier, than those ordinary strait-laced nuts.
A profoundly boring pair of plaid PJs ($499.78)