This time to save us from the Godless Heathens and Muslims who profane Our Lord and Savior’s Sacred Birthday with gift-giving that is not limited to giving frankincense, myrrh, and gold (from Kay Jewelers) to the Baby Jesus. And also so she can make a little extra pin money off the rubes because mama needs a new pair of Naughty Monkey fuck-me pumps.
When it comes to slinging snark, TBogg is in a class by himself. I'm sure Super Sarah's book will be piled up in the remainder bins at Sam's Club within a month of publication.
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I think I'm going to wage a war on Pi Day by eating some pie.
Mmmmmmmm pi.
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