A Bad Moms Christmas

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My name is Amy Mitchell,

and this year I've ruined Christmas.

Christmas is the absolute absolute of the year

most stressed time.

One million things have to be achieved.

And everything must be done perfectly,

otherwise you do not forgive yourself -

- and it does not even make children.

I feel

as the world's worst mother.

Let me start over again

I've always loved Christmas.

The best time of year.

Mostly I love

to be with the family.

For all I want ...

what any mother wants is -

- The kids are having a wonderful Christmas.

But Christmas is also

Crazy hard work.

You must buy gifts for everyone

you've ever met.

I gave the coffee maker a scented candle.

Why did I do that?

You have to decorate the house,

Which I'm Miserable.

I do what I can, Charmaine!

You must join

in the children's Christmas concerts, which are ...

Yes ... And then there are all the Christmas parties

just too much.

Oh God. Is it hummernissehuer?

Is it the new variety? F***, therefore.

Then you have to cook, clean,

Enter gifts.

It's crazy.

There is never enough time.

SECOND DAY FOR CHRISTMAS

Hi Mom.

- Hi. How did the match go?

Well. Bulls won.

- Congratulations. Hey darling.

The house looks amazing.

- Thanks. There is still a lot of work.

Is there anything I can do?

- Can you fix the Christmas lights?

I can easily do that.

The fuse must only be replaced.

It's sexy.

You will be rewarded tonight.

- Remember it.

Your dad is amazing.

I thought you hated him?

- Why do you say that?

Home with us last week

did you scream him in the bedroom?

No, honey. It was a war of war.

- You did not sound happy.

And you hit the wall

and shouted the f word.

I can not really remember that,

that i did

But you did.

You screamed:
"Too bad!"

"God damn!"

- Okay.

Your father and I

just played a fun grown-up.

You played it seven times.

- Six and a half.

But let's not talk more about it.

Okay? Fantastic.

Oh no ...

- What is it?

My mother is coming to Christmas.

God damn.

Thank you for helping to decorate the tree.

Let's just hang them on the tree.

Who has hung it brown?

front of the tree?

It looks like a pub.

That's why the mother moves it from behind.

Do not drink the water.

We are human beings.

Is Santa, Mother?

- At least he does.

Are you lying?

- Make it stop.

What else have you lied about?

Hey darling.

- Hi Dad.

Nice tree.

Should I give the twins food?

Thank you.

Merry Christmas, Kiki!

- Mother?

Oh boy.

Would not you come on friday?

- I took a previous flight.

Three days earlier?

The guest room is not ready.

"I'm just asleep with you.

Normally I sleep with my husband.

- Do you want to see my blouse?

I love that picture.

You just had your little breasts.

One at least.

Let's drop my breasts.

- And then came the second. Thank God.

Keeks! If you're a little smart,

Can you have a blouse like Christmas?

Oh no ...

Kiki Dee, I can not wait -

- spend all my waking hours

with you for the next three weeks.

Do you smell my hair?

- Yes.

If I'm going to grow

a p*ssy more today, I'm going to black.

Why should all American women

Have hairless kisses for Christmas?

Others to be waxed?

Goddamn. 50 pillows more.

Whose turn is it?

No, you can not

look right now, your yeti.

Let's see.

You there ... Betty White.

Now I'm curious. Come with me.

What's up, that lady?

Mother?! What did you hollow hell?

Holy sh*t.

You have not said you came to Christmas.

Is it Christmas?

- Is not that why you are here?

Yes, that's obviously why. Merry Christmas.

You do not see one day older.

You are so sexy. Just look at them.

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