DEAR SANTA]Dear Santa,
I've written you for three years now asking for a fire
truck. Please, I really really want a fire truck this year!
Let me make it up to you. While you sleep, I'm gonna torch your freakin house. Then you'll have more fire trucks than you'll know what to do with!
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.
What, and ruin that hot affair your dad's still having with the babysitter? He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, son! Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes,
a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Francis...FRANCIS! Who the hell names their kid "Francis" nowadays? How 'bout I get you a Barbie and Ken doll FRANCIS! ...hahahahahahahahaha. Tell me Francis, do you get punched in the face alot in school? hehehehehohoho
What do you do the other 364 days of the year?
Are you making toys?
Your friend, Thomas
You must be a major DORK. Don't you read the freakin' tags
you little loser? All toys get made in China! I have a
condo in Vegas, where I spend most my time squeezing
cocktail waitresses asses, and losing all my cash at
the craps table. And NO you little dweeb - reindeers can't
fly. But they sure taste good with A-1 sauce!
I really, really want a puppy this year. Please, please, please PLEASE!
That whiney begging crap may work with your folks, but
that stuff don't work up here. You're getting a sweater
again. Are you by any chance related to Francis?
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
Firstly, stop calling yourself "Marky," that's why you're
getting your ass beat at school. Secondly, you don't live
in a house, that's a low-rent apartment complex you're living in.
Thirdly, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do,
through your bedroom window. Sweet Dreams!