Yeah, I assume that I would have upgraded to a new ride by now too. Calling out all those reindeer names every time you need to take off would get old as sh*t.
Oh hey, I have a fantastic idea. I’m going to walk around Walmart dressed like a creepy goblin that feasts on little children.
Now kids, much like how you can determine a tree’s age by its rings, you can also judge the level of “party” in a person by the length of the mullet. Write that down.
I guess she was going for that ‘apple bottom’ look.