Thursday, December 21, 2006

Letters To Santa

Old but always funny this time of the year.


Dear Santa I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv bena 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 fricking book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell!
Santa

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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, You're parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
Santa

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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 up that action to come back to your fat mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa

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Dear Santa, I want a new bike, a Playstation 3, an iPod, 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.
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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 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

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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 Vegas, 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

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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

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Dear Santa, I 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 underwear again.
Santa

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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 everyday. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams, Santa

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