8 maids-a-milking.
Or 8 minutes of Christmas hilarity. You decide.
Or 8 minutes of Christmas hilarity. You decide.
It’s about time I came out with my own foundation. [I don’t know why that statement is true. It’s actually probably not true. But I’m keeping it.] And this foundation isn’t going to be “raising money” or “an actual foundation” or anything like that. So don’t worry. But I was taking with my friend Marie
It’s 1:23am. That’s stupid. Why am I up, you ask? Because I, actually, am stupid. I said, “hey, it’ll be fun to make some cookies for my friends.” And that, actually, is fun. Then I said, “Oh, I’ll have to take them to my friends at 8am because I have somewhere to be.” And that
When Nanny McAnnie took it to the streets… actually, to Monkey Joe’s and Moe’s. Cause we had what one might call some “pent up energy”. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the video.]
When our collective sanity began to unravel. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the 3rd video in this ridiculous series.]
The first thirty seconds are Christmas crack to me. Thanks, Dave. Well played, as always.