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I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas.
Iv ben a good boy all yeer.
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in
trash disposal. How about I send you a fu*king
dictionary so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving
your older brother the space ranger, at least HE
PS Have your mother start calling you Rain Man!
I have been a good girl all year, and the only
thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't
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.
What, like your dad's going to quit banging the
babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane?
Tell you mom to lose some weight and I'll talk to
your daddy. Let me give you some nice Legos in
the meantime and let's see if you can build up a
family with those.
I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some GI
Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
I'll tell you what, I'll send you a round trip ticket
to the North Pole so when you get here I can kick some
sense into your fuc*ing head. Who names their kid
"Francis" any ways? I'll bet you're gay. I'll send you the
village People album instead.
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree,
and I Left carrots for your
reindeer outside the backdoor.
Milk gives me the sh*ts and carrots make the deer
fart in my face. You want to be nice for Santa?
Leave me a bottle of Johnny Walker and some Toblerone
and tell your mom to wait up.
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are
you making Toys?
All toys get made in China. I have a condo in
Vegas where I spend most of my
time squeezing cocktail waitresses a*ses, and
losing money at the craps table.
and then one shi*ty day a year, I send toys to all
you little fu*kers!
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really
know when we're awake, like in the song?
Are you really that stupid? I hope my reindeer crash
into your window and trample your family in their sleep
for having such a stupid child!
I'm skipping your house.
I really really want a puppy this year. Please
please please PLEASE PLEASE could I have one?
That whiney, begging sh*t may work with your
folks, but that crap don't fly up here. You're
getting a King Cobra instead. He likes it when you pet his
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
First of all, stop calling yourself "Marky," that's
why you're getting your a*se whipped at school. Second,
you don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent
apartment complex in Clinton Twp. Third, I can get
inside your sh*t hole just like all the hobo's in town
I will mail your mom some crack the week before
christmas and she will leave me a key. I am sending you food
stamps for christmas.
12/14/2005 4:17 am
12/16/2005 2:08 am
thx for stopping by again Silky|