So last night my parents were so faded that my naive sister even figured it out. So we made "gourmet" snacks for Santa. One was a cookie slathered in BBQ sauce (which looked like a chocolate sauce), topped with a banana, a dab of wasabi, and crushed crackers. The other was some weird cake ****. They ate it all, I don't think they noticed.
Instead of Andrew Jackson Jihad, I ended up getting my sister the new Moon Hooch album since she likes Too Many Zooz and she's turned on to them now. My dad loved the cigar box guitar kit. When he opened it up I was like "I got you a box of cigars!" and the fool hates smoking/smokers with a passion, so that was pretty funny.
I'm pretty hammered already. Merry Christophe.
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