This happened. Watch.
What the whaaaaaaaat. What?
First a cookie lays down some hard shit about the holidays.
Then a calendar with a mustache walks across the screen, likely in search of a f*ck that he doesn’t give.
Hide ya kids!
It’s a wrapping paper monster… who raps…
Never leave home without your fleet of sexy-as-hell boxes.
I hope you packed a freaking overnight bag, because it’s pretty much puns for days.
If you have a problem with puns, Randall invites you to spend some time with his paper ass.
Make it rain, Randall. Make it rain shards of your own skin.
Drop the mic. We’re out.