I’m off to Fresno in the morning so I can have Christmas with the in-laws, and so I can bring my boy back home where he belongs.
Happy holidays. Or perhaps “Feliz Navidad”, as those evil offenders of Baby Jesus say.
Where the intelligence is neither artificial nor abundant
I’m off to Fresno in the morning so I can have Christmas with the in-laws, and so I can bring my boy back home where he belongs.
Happy holidays. Or perhaps “Feliz Navidad”, as those evil offenders of Baby Jesus say.