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Blakk Frogg Wear?
There's something to be said for people who like the Holiday Season. I say they are stupid.
One kid's Day After Christmas letter to 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 help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity.
What balls you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a stupid whistle and a pair of socks. What the frogg 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 frogged 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 frogg 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.
FROGG YOU SANTA.
Next year you'll find out how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH.
- from email
Blakk Frogg crapped in the fruit punch?
The age old tradition of spiking the punch at the office party shall never die. Why? Because everyone KNOWS they'd like to see the office prude let loose and strip on a desktop. Let those sexually repressed hooters fly freely in the office air.
Betty Crocker knows how to make sweet love, too?
- from email
- thanks for reading Volume Sixteen -