I found Ernesto the Elf passed out on the bathroom floor this morning. At first I wasn’t sure what had happened. I mean, how does an elf end up on the bathroom floor anyway? I was clueless until I noticed a brief text message followed by a ton of pictures from someone named “Edith the Elf” on my cell phone.
Ernesto has been a bad, bad, boy.
What the? Who on earth is Edith the Elf?
Swinging from the chandelier?
Playing with fire?
Rocking out on the drums?
Joyriding in the washing machine?
What on earth?
Who is Edith the Elf… and why did she send us these photos?
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