Not really how I imagined Grandma shopping for Christmas presents, but whatever keeps Pop Pop happy right?
17 days ’til Christmas…even if you live wherever Deliverance was filmed.
We’ve raised a generation that doesn’t think twice about taking a picture with a shitter. In my day, the only time that happened was your buddy caught you next to one after a few too many shots at the bar. Oh well, toilet seat or not I think our friends over at GirlsInYogaPants.com will appreciate this pair.
Still better than a do-rag…
Finally a decent reason to have kids. The scale is still tilted way over in the other direction.
Wait, what? Who does this? I mean at least you can hide in the aisles when you’re inside. Right now your flopped out for the whole town to see!
The clock is ticking and Santa knows that it’s business time. He had 11 months to fool around with Mrs. Claus at the North Pole. It’s time to get to work!
What you and your friends do when you’re drunk in your parents basement is your own business.
This isn’t a prison check-in lady. I don’t need to see what you’re smuggling up your keister.
Looks like some cats have more like 90 lives.
It’s not the size of the cock that matters, it’s how loud it crows.
Looking like Grimace’s mommas out buying his Christmas gifts….Yeah, it’s 2016, apparently it’s super trendy to have 2 moms. I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t live at the McPlay Place or wherever they live.
Perhaps those jean-looking yoga pants aren’t as foolproof to trick us as you planned out in your head.
Only 20 days until Christmas so, you know…plenty of time to smoke some crack I guess.
Wouldn’t expect a Latino looking person to be all about building a wall, but whatever I’ll let that slide. What I won’t let slide, is you using Christmas in with you wall analogy against Mexicans. You ever see any Mexicans ever? Dude, they loooooove Jesus. And his momma. Like way more than the USA ever will. Remember that hombre. You can build your wall all you want, but Christmas won’t be better without their passion.
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This ain’t your father’s grandma.
In the candy aisle looking for Butterfingers?
Sometimes I trash my own damn self out.