Between you and me, something smells. Credit: Christmas cracker.
Oh comb all ye faithful'
They only have to sleep 3 more times until Christmas
If its on your fourhead?
Mom of kid: We don't believe in sugar. Me: I promise it's real. I've seen it with my own eyes.
A refund. credit to (saw it on another post as comment, thought it deserved own post)
Names. Because they used to laugh and call him Names. Credit to my dad.
Nothing, he just waved. Christmas crackers are the worst.