A Bad Moms Christmas Page #2

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I have been looking everywhere,

but I can not find one.

Where is she?

Where is the happy princess?

It's just a doll,

but Christmas will kill me this year.

Please just shut up.

I do not power it in sober condition.

- Me neither.

Should we drink us stiff?

- Yes, sgu. Came.

Do you know what makes me crazy?

- genital warts?

No, Carla.

I'm tired of the pressure we put

on our own to make Christmas perfect.

Christmas must be fun.

- Yes!

Why do I have to take care of gifts?

to everyone in my family?

Just because I'm a girl? It's 2017!

Kent can even buy gift for his mother.

I do not like her. She is shooting

blamed for their cuddles on the children.

Do you know what I do with my son?

I go into his room -

- pull something down and pack it in.

He does not even notice it.

He has got the same

baseball glove nine times.

What are you getting?

- I'm looking for gifts for months.

But I only get

Coupons for free massage.

Where is it unfair.

- I got zip-close bags of my son.

I think,

I'm packing them for him this year.

I am one big stress club

from November to New Year.

I would like to enjoy Christmas again.

- Yes.

So let's do it.

- Hvabehar?

Have not we learned anything at all?

I'm disappointed with our wooden clover.

We are mothers.

When there is a headwind, what do we do?

We hide in the bathroom.

- No, we do not.

We get up and fight against.

So if Christmas

must be our way this year -

- Christmas will be our way.

No more perfect presents and decorations.

Nothing is perfect anymore.

Let's regain Christmas.

"We open up for the big pule bar!

Excuse me?

- It sounded better inside my head.

We caught the point.

- Cheers to reclaim Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Tastings. So what?

Now it will be much better.

Merry Christmas.

- Whose turn is it?

Hey.

Which one of them is best for the pillow?

Listen, folks.

I'm full and horny.

I repeat:
Full and horny.

Wait a minute. I still have to

buy christmas tree with my mother

Now I got a foolish idea.

Look here.

Then there is popcorn.

Are you ready? Look here.

How cozy, mom.

- That's how Christmas should be.

Yes, we can not just drop

all that messy?

Well, that would be nice.

Jessie, come over to us for Christmas.

We will not have to worry about it.

Get up, Dad. We will be there.

Is it okay?

Yes, I would love that.

- Me too.

Good evening ...

What the hell is that?

It is our new Christmas tree.

Do you like it?

No, Amy. That's horrible.

What is the best thing about your home?

I preferred to enjoy Christmas

rather than rushing around for a tree.

You are mom Mothers spread joy.

That's the essence of being a mother.

And the horror of a tree

does not spread joy.

I really like it.

- Thanks.

Who are you? Why do you speak?

- Mom, you've met Jessie.

The conversation bores me, but if you think,

you have to destroy Christmas for all of us -

- Can you think again.

Good night, dear children.

Here are gift cards for Itunes.

Mom, stop giving them gifts.

Have you seen the decoration? There are small shoes.

Hank, I'll leave you soon

at the nearest baby hatch.

Hello.

Have you had a nice evening?

- Yes.

You taste of grape juice.

- I just got a Welch.

Bless you.

Mother!

- Hello there.

What are you doing here?

- I want to see you falling asleep as always.

But you go straight to it.

Have you done it every night?

Blue Blood,

I'm just so happy to see,

that you have a lively sex life, honey

It is important that you and Kent buns.

And Kent, I'm so glad,

that you can get an erection again.

And Kiki.

He is much bigger than your father.

Thank you mom. Go before my husband

never again will grow sex with me.

Your dad loved getting the nudge clumps.

- Be quiet.

I'm looking into you for a while.

- Do not.

You must talk to her.

- I know.

There must be limits for her.

Our border.

Yes.

I just want to hurt her.

And after my father died,

am I her only family.

So I fear that even the smallest

rejection breaks her heart.

She saw my stubbik, Kiki.

- Yes.

THREE DAYS FOR YEAR

My Goodness. What f ...

What the hell ...?

The French chickens

7.5 cm to the left. Yes.

Mother?

What are you doing?

- You do not even decorate the house properly.

Why should it be dressed?

By making Christmas special,

Do you show the children that you love them?

Should your children maybe

feeling worthless and unhealthy?

In Christmas we surrender ourselves to create

a magical world for the children.

You are not in pajamas

and eat carrots.

I can not even like caramels.

- Then tighten up.

What do you say to the march, kids?

It is awesome.

- Show mother.

Here you will love Amy.

Run the procession. Switches.

I'll show you the app.

You have installed speakers.

- Just wait.

What has this cost?

- Children's happiness has no price.

But it was expensive.

- Mother, yes.

Now comes the big finale!

Was it real real fowl?

Yes. They are not able to survive.

They died in an hour.

Here's your breakfast look.

- Sorry what?

I love you Grandma.

- Just like kids.

Grab the birds down again.

And let's paint them white.

Can not they look a little more happy,

when they fly? It's Christmas.

Has your mother embellished your house?

That's not possible at all.

Leave her.

Can she also handle me?

The problem is that I am 34 years old,

and my mother still decides.

So take the fight up.

Physical?

- Exactly.

I can teach you karate, but she

Continue until you knock her.

You must not meet my mother.

- She is 62 years old.

Then you have to go

a serious niggle with her.

It sounds more legal.

What about your father?

He is so sweet, but under the fool.

He would never defend me.

Sweetheart. It is hard.

- Mothers are just weird.

How is Christmas with your mother?

- Well, that's fine.

That is, she's got her hair

cut and colored like mine.

But is not it very normal?

Do your mothers have the same hairstyle as you?

Every time i think

I'm furthest out of our three

- then you open your mouth, Kiki -

- and I just think so:

No, I'm fine.

We bring the kids to Sky Zone.

Do you want to join?

I have quarantine, but ...

No, I'm taking good care of it.

Amy?

- Unfortunately.

My mother has forced us to

to see the Nutcracker.

I love that.

- Not the sugary version.

The original lasts five hours.

In Russian, where a lot of people die.

Terrible.

- Then drop it.

She would make my life so bad for me.

It is easier to bring along.

Would not we regain Christmas this year?

I was so full that I do not remember,

if I said it or dream about it.

I'm late for it.

Do you know what I've been doing?

Merry Christmas.

Carla!

The cock broke.

Throw it out.

- Now I'm going.

What then, that lady?

- Mother. What are you doing here?

I'm waiting for my daughter

gives me a free manicure.

Free manicure? Fine.

I do not have to grow your p*ssy.

- Maybe next time.

So what? Do you have a girlfriend?

I have had some fathers from school,

but it will be so cumbersome.

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