Scary Christmas!
I got some mixed feelings, but read on:
I got some mixed feelings, but read on:
Happy holidays! Did you happen to get visited by ‘ol Saint Nick last night? Sliding down your chimney to give you gifts. If not, I may know why. Those who don’t have a chimney always wonder how Santa gets in.. I’ve heard many stories, but nobody knows for sure. Until now. Last night, I witnessed Santa breaking into my house. He didn’t magically unlock the front door, nor did he teleport through the walls. Santa did what any other human would do, and smashed my window out with a rock. He then proceeded to roll his fatass up and over the desk I had next to the window, finally landing on his ass next to my feet. Regardless of his cheery smile and rosey cheeks, I beat his ass with a bat, for invading my house. Break my window, just to leave me a giant chunk of coal, who’s laughing now? I decided to get my revenge, stealing the presents, joyriding in his sleigh, and dumping his body in the local quarry. Little did I know how heavy he actually was. I needed manpower, so I called up some friends. Telling them they could each earn Guitar Hero 3, they were happy to oblige. He sunk like a rock.