Sir I beg of you, stop spreading this wild misinformation about when Christmas ends. Twelfth night isn’t until January 5th. Rock the sweaters for as long as you can.
hmm you can resist indoctrination into the great winter coat lie but have caved to pay offs in the form of hip Russian Folk sweaters. This may have been inevitable I blame the spread of Hygge culture.
I listen to Step-Dad Richard Sticky and crack a can of Monster, slipping into my favorite Grinch cardigan. There is zero chance of dating before spring, the litterbox needs cleaning, covered by a dank musk rising from last night’s Swisher blunt. A good time to for fuzzy maths.
Christmas down under is in summer and we have a problem with festive sweaters.
Doesn't matter. They're called SWEATers for a reason.
We call them jumpers.
Sir I beg of you, stop spreading this wild misinformation about when Christmas ends. Twelfth night isn’t until January 5th. Rock the sweaters for as long as you can.
Russia is paying me to kill Christmas
hmm you can resist indoctrination into the great winter coat lie but have caved to pay offs in the form of hip Russian Folk sweaters. This may have been inevitable I blame the spread of Hygge culture.
Life is full of contradictions. I embrace the chaos.
Jobs bought two dozen of his US$270 turtleneck tops a year. I doubt he was ever itchy. 😁
I listen to Step-Dad Richard Sticky and crack a can of Monster, slipping into my favorite Grinch cardigan. There is zero chance of dating before spring, the litterbox needs cleaning, covered by a dank musk rising from last night’s Swisher blunt. A good time to for fuzzy maths.