HBombToo
12-20-2002, 12:05 PM
I think this should relieve some tensions!
My Christmas wish is that everyone has a fullfilling Holiday in whatever form it may come.
HBomb
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 helped 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
My Christmas wish is that everyone has a fullfilling Holiday in whatever form it may come.
HBomb
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 helped 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