Mr.ChristmasTree: The After Story

Its time I tell Mr.ChristmasTree he’s got to go. He leaves a never ending mess and I’m not very fond of the vacuum, who decided one day to eat my money. Sure, it was my idea. Not actually, Society brought this burden upon me. Its like when you see outside a grocery store a box full of puppies being sold.You want to take one home, make your parents pay, dress the thing up, but not clean after it. Additionally, the slowly-dieing-in-the-corner-of-my-living-room-Mr.ChristmasTree is a real downer. After the tree is gone I hope to adopt either a little pumpkin or a cactus that I saw at the farmer’s market. Ouch!

2 thoughts on “Mr.ChristmasTree: The After Story

  1. Like when I forced my 1st older girlfriend to buy
    me an active hive.

    Time is honey

    and bees are dying
    and death is expensive
    so I guess you could say

    Honey is actually money.

    But I just didn’t care.

    Pets… Right?

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