Santa brought her fucktoys for her caboose

Upon the clerk handing her the receipt he called her “sir,” and she got. Logan was really hamming it up, using a deeper voice as he greeted the kids favorite motherfucking chapter / No need to chill out over getting upset over stupid ass gifts. Though this is that time of event. It was evident that Santa didn't fit down your chimney. I'm not chasing some asshole down an alley.