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June 9, 2005

Michele: All I Want For Christmas

Becky Forrester is the only one out of millions who gives me hives. I itch just thinking about her.

Each year it’s “But I waaaaaaaant a pooooooony!” Her parents do nothing to downplay Becky's equine lust, even though I told them eight times I do not deliver animals.

Last week at Gardenia Mall, Becky grabbed my beard and told me if I didn’t deliver a pony this year, she’d have her father beat me up.

Fine. She’s getting her pony this year. Godfather style.

I grab Dasher’s reigns and pat the bloody package.

Ho, ho fucking ho, Becky Forrester.

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Comments

Bad Santa! No cookies for you!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at June 9, 2005 9:38 AM · Permalink

you've been very bad this year michele.

egad! You know... that used to be taboo to do that to Santa.

heh.

Posted by: pyrrho at June 9, 2005 3:49 PM · Permalink