how did jack frost handle feeling alone for three hundred years i can’t even handle it for three minutes
it’s called his hand
i didnt zoom in on that pic and i thought it said “how do you think i make snow”
kinda want you to kiss me on the nose and tell me i’m cute, kinda want you to fuck the shit out of me
Went to the store and sat on Santa’s lap, ask him to bring my friends all kind of crap
He said all you need is to writte them a song. They haven’t heard it yet, so don’t try to sing along, so don’t sing along Monica, Monica, have a happy Hannukah. Saw SantaClaus, He said hello to Ross, and please tell Joey that christmas will be snoweeeeeye, and Rachel and Chandleeer … Glandeeer.