« I'm Here With My Tissues |
| Jump Around »
Cupid. Dude. So...I didn't get anything that I asked THE Santa for (ok, bad sentence...sorry).
How about throwing me a bone and bringing me at least one of these things. OR...
A food processor:
A clad frying pan:
How romantic, huh?
Posted at 05:36 | Permalink
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
The comments to this entry are closed.