‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all cross the ice,
Not a creature was stirring. But I did see some dead mice;
The skates were all hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that St. Grit-olas soon would be there;
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all cross the ice,
Not a creature was stirring. But I did see some dead mice;
The skates were all hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that St. Grit-olas soon would be there;
boss: where are you going?
me: [pointing] star
boss: what? why
me: [shrugging] baby
boss: where are you going?
me: [pointing] star
boss: what? why
me: [shrugging] baby
Actual academics:
Actual academics:
*this is an extremely deep cut for the real ones
*this is an extremely deep cut for the real ones
Trump administration: "Penis."