Merry Christmas … from your creepy uncle


I know I should go to a kitschy gift store by the beach and think, “perfect! a motorcycle guy made out of sea shells, riding a motorcycle made out of sea shells! How adorable, and right up my alley!” But instead it just makes me wonder if the end is near. Maybe I should go out less. (Also that look on their faces doesn’t help.)
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on December 25, 2015