This past Christmas my family and I somehow got into a discussion about the song “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”. It turned into an argument because they said in the song, the mom is kissing the dad, who is dressed up like Santa. But I always believed that it was actually Santa, and the mom was having an affair behind her husband’s back. It literally never even crossed my mind that it could be the dad dressed in costume.

My main argument was that it is a kids song, so why would the premise involve the idea of Santa not being real? Their argument was that no one would write a kids Christmas song about holiday adultery.

Thoughts?

It’s impossible for me to be sad while watching this video….:)

These ads make me laugh so much. They make absolutely no sense/They’re beautiful and should have their own art exhibit. I’m officially changing this blog to only include these ads. I’m going to make love to these ads and have an educationally subnormal, skin-care and finance obsessed baby.

These ads make me laugh so much. They make absolutely no sense/They’re beautiful and should have their own art exhibit. I’m officially changing this blog to only include these ads. I’m going to make love to these ads and have an educationally subnormal, skin-care and finance obsessed baby.

maritzalugo:

And this is all what happens BEFORE i get my period. 

you’re awesome :D

maritzalugo:

And this is all what happens BEFORE i get my period. 

you’re awesome :D

Hoooooly shit guys, this woman is my LIFE.

p.s. she’s clearly innocent. The innocence is written all over her face.

Found this on Etsy for you guys. You’re welcome.
You should probably snatch it up quickly before someone else gets it. $75 for that level of waist-cinching and style? It’s not gonna last long, folks. Get on it.

Found this on Etsy for you guys. You’re welcome.

You should probably snatch it up quickly before someone else gets it. $75 for that level of waist-cinching and style? It’s not gonna last long, folks. Get on it.

I had a dream last night that my sister had a baby and before its 2nd birthday it was crushed to death by a train. 

And then at the funeral my sister wanted me to do the eulogy and insisted a throw in a few jokes. I was like “this doesn’t feel right.”

My subconscious is bleak, motherfuckers. Bleak. 


just doing some gentle research.

just doing some gentle research.

This commercial throws me into a suicidal depression. HE’S CRYING OUT OF HIS SHAKER HOLES GUYS.

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Here are some photos from a Nicki Minaj-themed session I shot about a month ago!