If you hear any strange noises or happenings in your house around this time of year, you now know who the culprits are. Rest assured this year my three new baubles will take pride of place on my tree and I hope to acquire the remainder to complete the set. For those of you that have OCD, then scroll to the end of this post and work upwards to read about the Yule Lads in the order they arrive at your house from 12th December to Christmas Eve. Blame Vlad I just cannot get the staff.
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20/1/2020 10:21:55
This one reminded me of a Japanese movie I have watched before about a game being played by teenagers. It was a bloody game actually and even though I am not really into brutal movies, I can still say that I did enjoy its story and I will always recommend it to anyone who is looking for the same kind of movie. Sadly, I don't think the movie is no longer available today because I have tried to check it just now and I can no longer see it. I wish I was able to save it before when it was still available though. Anyway, thanks for the article!
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AuthorMs Crockofshit, concubine of Vladimir Beaverhausen. In this blog, I hope to get a word in, if the garrulous Vladimir shuts up for long enough. Archives
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