Christmas Can Go Fuck Itself If It Thinks I’m Working For It Ever Again
Monday, December 23rd, 2024I’m done with Christmas and working for it. I sold Santa Claus my share of the business. The deer I use to host has been sold for meat.
I’m done with Christmas and working for it. I sold Santa Claus my share of the business. The deer I use to host has been sold for meat.
I was forced into a deer body again, and the deer is in a private hunting club’s fenced land, and I can’t get through the fence to leave the host animal. I wanted to host a bird and actually fly, and I get a stupid deer again.