Snarly
35 inches of pure irritation and absolutely zero Christmas spirit. The Grinch’s forgotten sister prefers dusty corners, bad moods, and sitting around judging everyone in silence. Her heart is black as stone, stitched shut years ago, and she plans on keeping it that way. She doesn’t want your cookies, your carols, or your holiday cheer. She wants snacks, darkness, and to be left alone with her miserable little thoughts. Honestly, she’s thriving. Humans spend thousands on therapy trying to achieve this level of emotional commitment.