hi guys. sorry la morning got meeting la. thanks sp for clarifying
ant: ya the only reason i would like to go to india is taj mahal only. you have fun ya! hope the makan is ok and doesn't disagree with your ba tor
ta da all, for your reading pleasure:
>Deer Santa,
>I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. I'v ben
a gud boy
>all yeer. Yer Friend, Billy
>
>Dear Billy,
>Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in
lawncare. How about
I
>send you a book so you can learn to read and spell?
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
>rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that
dream. Let me
send
>you
>some Legos instead. Santa
>
>****************************************************
>Dear Santa,
>I want a new bike, a Playstation 2, 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 shits and 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
california 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? Good luck in whatever
you do. I'm
skipping
>your house. Santa
>
>****************************************************
>Dear Santa,
>I really want a puppy this year. Please, please,
please, PLEASE,
>PLEASE could I have one? Love, Timmy
>
>Dear Timmy,
>That whiney begging shit may work with your folks,
but that crap
doesn't
>work with me. You're getting a sweater again.
Santa
>
>****************************************************
>Dearest Santa,
>We don't have a chimney in our house. How do you get
into our home?
>Love,
>Marky
>
>Dear Mark,
>First stop callling 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
