i figured that mess out too early to remember. but not early enough to forget my dad insisting, yes, but Santa had an evil counterpart, Merzy Xman, who kidnapped children and took them down a hole. i was not pleased to hear further porch tale ass foolishness, all with the classic middle aged black dad smirk going, and…
oh no, that’s a good gift. trust me. kitchen appliances are a good gift. and you can cook lechon in a slow cooker (though not preferred).
Shoot, I wish this article and your post was written before.
In the spirit of trying to help white people.....
“The first kid who finds out that there’s no Santa is an asshole.
I had to goog lechon but that shit looks delicious! Sadly, I don’t work at the weight loss clinic so I don’t see much of her. She ended up buying a bagel spot near the highway, somewhere off in the east end. I’m in the west end and if you’ve ever been to Toronto, you’d realize that the distance is just too much!
What are you! A cookie monster? :/
I never believed in Santa either. My classmates would be like “Santa is coming” and I’d be like “no my uncle will be at my house stupid”.
Bitchhhhh lol. My lola always pulled that shit.
I’m pretty sure once I heard my mom say that she was buying them for me because she wanted the tin for something.
“Black children, on the other hand, have about 16-17 minutes of wondrous folly before they realize that the idea of a benevolent white man bringing joy to their lives is highly questionable.”
The average black household goes through 349 pies, 11 red-velvet cakes and six of those tins of hard-ass Royal Dansk cookies.