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Letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
You must be surprised that I'm writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well, I
would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the
beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter. I asked
for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football
uniform.
I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class,
but I had the best grades in the whole school. I'm not going to lie to you, there was
no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my
brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the
elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not
do for humanity.
What balls do you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a stupid whistle and a pair of
socks. What the fuck were you thinking, you fat son of a bitch, that you've taken me
for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under the
tree. As if you hadn't fucked me enough, you gave that little faggot across the
street so many toys that he can't even walk into his house.
Please don't let me see you trying to fit your big fat ass down my chimney next year.
I'll fuck you up. I'll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so
you'll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole, just like what I have to do now
since you didn't get me that fucking bike. FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you'll find out
how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH.
Sincerely,
Little Johnny
...I can't stop laughing...
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, 07 2005 . 00:45 ()
denamer
, 07 2005 . 05:01 ()
