Is it weird that I kind of really want to sit on Santa Killer Mike’s lap? Like, to the point where I’m ready to give up celebrating Hanukkah and everything I learned about being a Jew from various episodes of Rugrats to pop a squat on Killer Kringle, with Elf-P at his side. You’re right, it’s not weird at all. It’s a Christmas F*cking Miracle.
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