Thursday, December 08, 2011

Santa Runs out of Prozac ....

CHRISTMAS
When Santa Runs Out of Prozac

 

Dear Santa ,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love,
Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Two words, Jack Daniels.
Santa
                                                     

Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?
Your friend,
Thomas

Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made by little kids like you in China . Every year I give them a slice of bread as a Christmas bonus. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at the craps table.
Santa
P.S.
Tell your mom she got the part.

[More Santa]


GO PENN STATE
Ho Ho Mo Hos


 
   cuzzin ricky


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

tasteless

Anonymous said...

whaddya? new here?

Rodger the Real King of France said...

nah - he ate the cookies I left for santa. I forgot the salt.

I-RIGHT-I said...

Tasteless? Hardly, right on the money I'd say. Ho Ho Ho Mo's, now that's funny stuff! Where ever you find the kids you'll find GLAAD Santa close by.

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