THAT’s the Minister?
Look, it’s Santa! And he’s got a dead snake!
Wedding’s are for chapels! Now get off my promenade!
Someone needs to tell Steve Martin to stop making Father of the Bride sequels.
When your wedding coordinator confuses getting married in Reno by Fat Elvis with getting married in San Remo by fat elves.
When your wedding coordinator confuses getting married in Reno by Fat Elvis with getting married in San Remo by fat elves.
This.
Now that’s a Yule log!
It’s all that cookies and milk.
As he read the graffiti on the stall door, Walt realized… nothing matters anymore.
Santa realized too late he forgot to put TP on his list.
All I wanted for Christmas was just five minutes of privacy. Just five minutes. Was that too much to ask?
I can relate. So many cookies as gifts this year. Next year, just bring alcohol; it’ll kill me slower.
The winner;
Thankee!
Something for after Christmas…
And they said the dire warnings about Vatican II were unfounded…
The Order of St. Yabizness. Who are they? Nun of Yabizness.
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
And Angela?
And Regina?
And Josephine?
Sisters are doin’ it for themselves.
Such vile, calamitous, soul-ruining sin! Drinking Budweiser.
Proof that the Sisters of a Thousand Soirees can drink any man under the table.