A lumberjack yeti, Jack Frost, and the North Pole's sexiest elf (three years running) walk into a cabin... I, Vixen, the Vixen, was sent to the Holidays Inn (not that one) to "chillax" by none other than Santa. I wouldn't have needed the forced vacation if my ex, Rudy had kept his nose out of his ex's Clare's p-ockets. Her pockets. Because he's a dirtbag, I'm here biding my time until I "get my...