Santa's too afraid to come down her chimney.
Oh, my God! They've arrested Bluto!
Handy gift suggestion for her: a mirror.
Quick guess, everybody. Prostitution?
No more egg nog for her.
"Mr. Benny?"
Grandma after she was run over by the reindeer.
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah-zip-a-dee-aye.
No fooling. This was a Santa Claus in a mall who got busted for pinching a woman's ass.
The Christmas sweater can be returned. He can't.
Movie sequel: The Grinch Comes to Harlem.
It may be thumbs up now, but wait till you see where your cellmate puts his.
Dinner last night: Had a big lunch so just a salad.
Friday, December 6, 2013
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