Well, here's an old-time Christmas classic e-mail......
"If Santa Answered His Mail Honestly"
Dear Santa,
I wood like a cool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a
gud boy all yeer yer Frend, BiLLy
Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn
care. How about I send you a friggin' book so you can
learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother
the space ranger. At least HE can spell! Santa
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I
ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!
Love, Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you. Didn't they?
Santa
Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd
like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please
see what you can do? Love, Teddy
Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen
door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that
up to come back to your frigid mom, who continually rides his ass
constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me get
you some nice Legos instead.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I.
Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love, Francis
Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're
gay. I'll set you up with a Barbie. Santa
Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I
left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love, Susan
Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the runs. Carrots make the deer fart in
my face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a
favor? Leave me a bottle of scotch.
Santa
Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you
busy making toys?
Your friend, Thomas
Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Miami,
where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno
films. I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing
the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at
the craps table. Hey, YOU wanted to know.
Santa
Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know
when we're awake, like in the song? Love, Jessica
Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible or are you just a Blonde ?
Good luck in whatever you do. You need therapy! I'm skipping your house.
Santa
Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please
please PLEASE PLEASE could I have one?
Timmy
Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but
that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater
again. So, chill out.
Santa
Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get
into our home?
Love, Marky
Mark, first, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why
you're getting your ass whipped at school. Second, you
don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent apartment
complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like the
boogeyman does, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams,
Santa
Friday, December 08, 2006
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