Heh, thanks guys. Needless to say, I've never been within shouting distance of a Santa before, much less sat in his lap. First time for everything. Also, probably, last.
I snerked out loud when I figured out what your shirt was saying.
It was kind of a must-have when I saw it.
I don't get it. (ita's shirt, I mean)
Perkins, say out loud what's on the shirt. Every thing, I mean, even the ones that repeat.
I kept trying to make it a semi-colon thing at first. Because that's how I roll.
I still don't get it. I'm going to blame the hangover.
Amy - you are a writer. Write out exactly what you see on the shirt.
I was hampered for some time by thinking that was a gecko.
I was hampered for some time by thinking that was a gecko.
I tried showing it to my father, and he thought it was apostrophes and a lizard.
I still don't get it. I'm going to blame the hangover.
I'm going to relieve Amy's hungover brain from having to think:
Comma Comma Comma Comma Comma Chameleon.