Ain’t no party like a four horsemen party cause a four horsemen party don’t…actually ever happen.
And I feel fine. After last week, now this? There’s nothing like the threat of an apocalypse to help you learn the true meaning of Christmas.
First, the preamble: I managed to jam my oversized noggin into this beautiful vintage leopard skull cap, which belonged to my lovely and small-noggined mother back in the good old days (when the Christmas miracles flowed like milk and honey).
Styled and outfitted by yours truly, naturally. Come and adore him, born the King of Vaky.
One more miracle and this Christmas qualifies for sainthood. Bring it.