Man to Man Talk.
“Well, son, there’s Dasher, and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, and here’s Comet, and Cupid, and Donner, and Blitzen. Now, let’s talk about the Santa thing.”
Pic shamelessly lifted from Ravenwood’s Universe
“Well, son, there’s Dasher, and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, and here’s Comet, and Cupid, and Donner, and Blitzen. Now, let’s talk about the Santa thing.”
Pic shamelessly lifted from Ravenwood’s Universe
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Ugh. Looks kinda like the side of the GSP or Rte 287 as I travel to and from work every day . . .
Comment by Shamrock — November 21, 2004 @ 2:30 pm
” Now, let’s talk about the Santa thing ”
Wrong last line:
“Now, let’s talk about dinner.”
And, might I note that deer are not reindeer. Although reindeer are tasty too.
Comment by Kathy K — November 21, 2004 @ 7:54 pm
Buffet!
Comment by Mamamontezz — November 23, 2004 @ 12:30 am
Santa Baby
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me I’ve been an awful good girl Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, an outer-space convertible too, light blue I’ll wait up for you dear Santa baby,…
Trackback by the cheese stands alone — November 30, 2004 @ 6:54 pm