I made cookies yesterday. They taste dreadful but that's not important, right?
My brother helped. It was much less mentally scarring than his phone-sex operator imitation last time. This time he had to go wear an apron AND a shirt instead of just an apron.
See, told you there were bleeding Christmas trees.
There's also one with a moustache.
And the sad faced one. There's three of those.
Also; I was messing around with the camera earlier, and Snowy wants to eat you.