Santa Baby. . .
Dear Santa,
How are you? I am fine. No, I'm better than fine. I am excellent, a by-product of all my clean living, which brings me to the point of this letter.
I have been a very, very, very, very good boy this year. You can ask anyone, even check your Nice List. You'll see, I'm right on this. Because of my very, very, very, very goodness, I expect to see one of the above in my driveway on the 25th (and, if you're strapped for ideas, she would make an excellent stocking stuffer, as well).
Needless to say, if I don't see the Aston Martin DBS parked outside of Casa del Loman, I will stop believing in you, and will take up Paganism and witchcraft (and guess who gets cursed first, fat boy, which is in no way a threat, because threatening people is wrong).
Sincerely,
Little Orphan Biff
P.S. Yes, I did see Casino Royale this weekend. What of it?
posted by Biff Loman at 12:08 PM
2 Comments:
I will stop believing in you, and will take up Paganism and witchcraft (and guess who gets cursed first, fat boy, which is in no way a threat, because threatening people is wrong).
Of course you'd not curse anyone, not even fat boy since being Pagan means "If it harms none do what you will."
But then as well read and intelligent as you are, I'm sure you knew that.
Busted. I knew I'd get called on that, but I thought it sounded better than saying, I'd get my Aunt Bernice to work a root on him (and she would, because I'm her favorite nephew). I was just being lazy.
My bad.
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