When Santa is a slightly camp privileged boomer arsehole
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“It always felt good bouncing on Santa’s knee, especially when he had three”
Omniscient antiSanta tells the unworthy the f*ck off
Age of Extremes – it’s either a cemented-in Grandad like an Egyptian Sphinx, or youthful exuberance with naive idealism – neither seem to consider people and practical outcomes.
Do you like my new rest home chair
Boomer is a dreadful bloody word and at least Auckland’s mayor doesn’t ponce around like a celeb the way inane bananas- in-pyjamas Luxon the PM ( !!!) does.
Ebinezar Brown wakes up from his New Years bender, crawls into Stevens place, and leaves a deposit under the tree.
“It always felt good bouncing on Santa’s knee, especially when he had three”
Omniscient antiSanta tells the unworthy the f*ck off
Age of Extremes – it’s either a cemented-in Grandad like an Egyptian Sphinx, or youthful exuberance with naive idealism – neither seem to consider people and practical outcomes.
Do you like my new rest home chair
Boomer is a dreadful bloody word and at least Auckland’s mayor doesn’t ponce around like a celeb the way inane bananas- in-pyjamas Luxon the PM ( !!!) does.
Ebinezar Brown wakes up from his New Years bender, crawls into Stevens place, and leaves a deposit under the tree.
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