Letters to Santa
Dear Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a 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 friggin' 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,
Your 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 that up to come back
to your frigid 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, a train, some G.I. Joes, a
dog, a drum set, 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
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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 or are you just a blonde? Good
luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house.
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I really 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 over-indulgent
folks, but that crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a
sweater 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. 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
2 Comments:
Those are always funny.
Dude, this is some really crazy Ass F@$%ed Up Sh*t!
No matter, I'm still leaving out the cookies and milk because Santa told me at the mall that he was going to make all my dreams come true. I thought the fondling was a bit weird though.
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