He assures me that Santa will come and get me for this, but why would I be afraid of some, ancient, overweight, white guy that lives thousands of miles away (unless Dick Cheney is Santa - that would explain some things I've been questioning about the holiday - not to mention that being hunted by him would be a truly terrifying prospect)
Now get to work on my shoes you little freak...I see, they repair them by means of licking and humping - no wonder those elves only come out at night!
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