Somebody’s getting nothing but coal this year.
Feliz Natal, cara.
Will Bill O’Reilly go down to Brazil and save Christmas? God, I hope so. He’s my hero.
A big lump of coke in their stocking?
Say hello to my leetle helper!
Amazing coincidence with the December 3 New Yorker cover.
I’m guessing Santa came up a little short on the payment for last years “Magic flying powder” and they were just looking to settle up. Buenas dias fat man.