If Santa thinks he's breaking in our houses, he's got another thing coming— and that thing happens to be surplus M18 claymores from our days in 'Nam. Come on down that chimney, Big Boy. Charlie didn't get us, boy, we sure ain't dyin' to you.
Christmas the Non-Specific Holiday Rat whose name is literally “Christmas” so you can’t be mad has come to spread holiday cheer. Also, autocorrect almost said “come to splong me.” We don’t know what that means. #NewProfilePic
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