The little rat bastard is BACK. Billy Bob Joe…Merry Christmas; come trash my house.
Let’s face it. He is creepy, snarky and get’s into all my shit. But he is very loved, intensely anticipated and he is filled with the stuff that makes Moran little-people-memories. So let’s see what the little North pole Juvie has in store for my clan. Bring it, Elf!
Those pretzels were for lunches. Not a good start. I may send him out to the Jewel to get new snacks ’cause we are not made of money around here, Elf. Wasteful troll.
I was SO pissed off he punched holes in the Cuties with little toothpicks. Those things are pricey. I may juice HIM.
I will make him finish that whole glass. And if he comes back from his little “check-in visit” from the North Pole tonight and that Oberweiss is not fully consumed, then it will still be waiting for him to finish in the morning. And the day after that. And the day after THAT.
Cause Mommy Dearest doesn’t screw around.
Bitch Pirate Barbie strikes again.
Here fishy, fishy, fishy…..
Too much egg nog at the office party, ya little brat?
“Creepy Elf boyfriend, I am falling and I can’t get up!”
“I’LL SAVE YOU!”