Santa is ditching the reindeer for a dozen festive wieners. Between the matching sweaters and Santa’s "BWE" mixie, it’s a Christmas miracle that the artificially bastardized descendant of an apex wilderness predator, painstakingly bred to possess absolutely zero survival or practical skills, yet operating under the insane delusion that it can—and will—beat the absolute shit out of aggressively fanged, razor-clawed woodland predators five times its size, are now the North Pole’s primary logistics strategy.
(FYI: We know Santa has 9 reindeer and there's 12 dachshunds on the shirt, bro. A: Physics / dachshund strength compared to reindeer strength... clearly gonna have to compensate with more wieners. B: Reason A is straight cap I thought of two seconds ago; purely due to the fact the shirt is more aesthetically pleasing with 12.)
A holiday
BWE over everything. xo.
Santa is ditching the reindeer for a dozen festive wieners. Between the matching sweaters and Santa’s "BWE" mixie, it’s a Christmas miracle that the artificially bastardized descendant of an apex wilderness predator, painstakingly bred to possess absolutely zero survival or practical skills, yet operating under the insane delusion that it can—and will—beat the absolute shit out of aggressively fanged, razor-clawed woodland predators five times its size, are now the North Pole’s primary logistics strategy.
(FYI: We know Santa has 9 reindeer and there's 12 dachshunds on the shirt, bro. A: Physics / dachshund strength compared to reindeer strength... clearly gonna have to compensate with more wieners. B: Reason A is straight cap I thought of two seconds ago; purely due to the fact the shirt is more aesthetically pleasing with 12.)
A holiday
BWE over everything. xo.