This Santa is cloned from DNA from the original St. Nicholas, and raised in captivity in our North Pole mock-up.
9:45 AM: “Talk to me,” I say, as I answer my phone.
I know you’ve seen the TikTok reels and DIY YouTube videos, but you do not want to live in a van.
You’re here to risk it all on totally digital experiences without a shred of realistic worth, and I’m talking about shrimp.
It’s still early, but if the projections hold—and they should—Jimmy now sits comfortably at seven apples. Not a huge margin, but a significant one.
Awful shows like "Who Wants to SEE a Millionaire?" and "DATE… MY… PODIATRIST!"
How about we all start acting like adults and take this seriously? Does your heart not beat for your nation (green)?
The show would have no believability if the characters didn’t constantly talk about “flexing” and “yeeting.”
Am I not a multi-million dollar painting too? I’m tired of listening to tour guides only talk about Starry Night.
Picture a spider eating a child, but now it’s wearing a tasteful little beret. People will ask, “Wow is that spider French?”
We applaud you for giving us something to do with our hands other than ball them up or masturbate.
💒👀So, HOW did we build such a LOVING RELATIONSHIP? 👀💒 Here’s how 👇