You said you're on the lookout for some L. A. Ho, ho, hoes. Okay. You didn't air that, did you? You know Mrs. Klaws watches all of my press? I thought she hated you. You know nothing about me. I feel like I might be doing you a favor and airing out your dirty laundry so that you can actually get the help that you need with your relationship and move. Santa, if you don't stop punching me, Santa doesn't know his own strength. Do you have your eyes on any Instagram baddies? Santa! Santa! Santa does not enter you.