Wakefield Place, you complete us.
My number one question this season is: Where do you crazy people STORE all this stuff January-November?
Oh, hello, stone turtle just hanging out in the middle of someone's driveway with a wrapped gift strapped to your back, you just make perfect sense. No, really, totally normal.
Even Dash is beginning to wonder about the mental health of the people on this block.
Where do you think the neighborhood dogs do their business during December?
Even the Jews were killin' it!
Oooooh, the Lakers!
Odelay, Santa.
Brrrrrr
It's Dasher, bitches!
The boys did a little bonding with the giant candy canes.
Maybe a lot.
Drunk.
Drunk.
Drunk.
Drunk.
Drunk. (OK, global warming. But also drunk).
Dunk.
Drunk.
Sure. R2D2. Why the hell not?
Play that funky music, Fat Boy.
Some friends recently visited Amsterdam and brought back a few pictures of the women in the Red Light District posing in the windows. Now, I'm not saying that's what's happening here with Mr. & Mrs. Claus, but even if it is, who am I to judge? He has a hard job. Let him relax however he wants.
Bye, Wakefield! I like to make fun, but it wouldn't be Christmas without you!
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