listen…I’m sneaky…some would say, as sneaky as they get!
has my sneakiness led towards me stealing Santa’s naughty and nice list every year despite increased security at the north pole? you betcha. after all, I am all Ocean’s 11.
but this year…couldn’t do it.
it’s been a rough year.
so I found the jolly one himself and I apologized…not because I’ve stolen the Naughty and Nice list every year, but because it’s been a rizzler-less, 6-7, brain rot summer into seasonal depression, a ted sarand-oh-no’s of a year…low aura, high-yap, touch grass…gross.
the big man gets it. so he gave me the naughty and nice list. not for this year…but for 1995.
enjoy the vibes, and hard launch going back to then.
