We do the dance right.

I wanna thank my daughter, Alice, for being the funniest person in my family. For coining phrases like “I want to go to there” and sometimes just putting on pretend make-up in the mirror, and she’ll turn to me and say, “I look like Barack Obama.” She has somehow gotten it in her head that it’s a good thing to resemble a famous politician. I don’t know where she got that idea.

(Source: cheia, via sea-bitch)

animalstalkinginallcaps:

THAT WAS A GOOD JOKE!
STAPLED TO THE CHICKEN. I’LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT ONE. HA HA HA!
I MEAN HO HO HO.
WHATEVER, MAN. I’M LACTOSE INTOLERANT. YOU’RE SIPPING EGGNOG WHILE I’VE JUST BEEN POUNDING THE BOURBON. NEXT TO THE SUGAR COOKIES THERE SHOULD BE A PLATE OF CRICKETS. HOOK ME UP. SANTA’S DRUNK AND HUNGRY AS HELL.

Look, Liz!

animalstalkinginallcaps:

THAT WAS A GOOD JOKE!

STAPLED TO THE CHICKEN. I’LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT ONE. HA HA HA!

I MEAN HO HO HO.

WHATEVER, MAN. I’M LACTOSE INTOLERANT. YOU’RE SIPPING EGGNOG WHILE I’VE JUST BEEN POUNDING THE BOURBON. NEXT TO THE SUGAR COOKIES THERE SHOULD BE A PLATE OF CRICKETS. HOOK ME UP. SANTA’S DRUNK AND HUNGRY AS HELL.

Look, Liz!