Secret Santa givers were supposed to be a mystery. Kevin could tell immediately by the shitty wrap job and pathetic bow that his gift was from Peanut. Everybody knew the monkey couldn’t decently wrap a present to save his life.
It’s the thought that counts. Merry Christmas, everyone!
The photo booth’s instructions said to adjust the stool height to camera level. The stool was helpfully marked with arrows so that you knew to rotate it clockwise to move down, and counter-clockwise to move up. It was only after the guys had put their two dollars in the machine that they discovered the stool was stuck. Four blank pictures later, they were understandably peeved.
Don’t leave me hanging, man. When you use the last of the toilet paper, please put on a new roll.
