After delivering over 3 billion gifts in one night, Santa gets a call from Mrs. Claus to not forget to pick up some milk.
My name is Santa and I’m an alcoholic.
One TEQUILA, Two TEQUILA, Three TEQUILA, Floor!!!
Maybe we could make this our Christmas celebration thread…
Too much eggnog for Santa !
Santa has just ruined Christmas.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas! Oh, f*ck it, I take that back. This hangover makes me feel like kicking an elf’’.
I’m gonna take a nap right here. OK BYE
(I will make an effort to be more descriptive, Mom.)
Even Santa is prone to magnetic cars
i love you car…i love you !?!
On the fourth day of christmas, my true love gave to me, four sips of moonshine,
three shots of whiskey, two dos equis, …and some jager in a big keg.
I’ll never drink with the Easter Bunny again.
Goodbye teeth, hello oral surgeon.
Karma is a bitch.
oh my gosh i forget to walk…
After an entire lifetime of cookies and milk santa finally collapsed.
damn those magnetic fields