It’s that time of year again, people. Forced, awkward conversation with relatives and buying gift cards because you’re obligated to buy something because Jesus died 2,000 or something years ago. Screw that guy. I hope the next four days aren’t too terrible. If all else fails, I hope you all know that I love every single one of you and I’ll see you on Monday. In the meantime, I’m leaving you with the only gift I know how to give: bouncing boobs. What was incense about? What’s a baby gonna do with incense? tbh, I don’t think those dudes were wise at all. I just googled myrrh and that sounds like some made up bullshit. Joseph and Mary would have qualified for government assistance, but yeah, thanks for the resin, bro. God you’re so dumb. I know you stopped by a bank on the way here, stop lying.
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