(why yes, you did read that right. And yes, it is 2014.
Anywho, like any such quixotic quest, it was absolutely fraught with danger.
Walking through Bywater on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, addled by one too many bloody marys, we seemed to encounter horror after horror:
|Rudolph prepared for a Christmas sacrifice.|
|The cactus of the severed heads of Santa|
|Something scarier still. You just know she's the mastermind behind Rudolph's death.|
|Thank Santa for small miracles|
|And big cocks|