Dear Santa,
You must be suprised that im writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well I would like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beggining of the month, when, filled with illusion, i wrote you my letter. I asked for a video game, a ps2, a magazine (shonen jump), and a book. These are simple objects. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was i first in my class, but i had the best grades in the whole school. Im not going to lie to you, There was noone in my entire neighborhood who was 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 i would not do for humanity. What balls you have to leave me a ******** yo-yo, a lame whistle, and a pair of ugly socks. What the ******** were you thinking, you fat p***k, that youve taken me for a sucker the whole ******** year to come out with some s**t like this under the tree. As if you havent ******** me enough, you gave that little quiff across the street so many toys that he cant even walk into his own house. Dont let me see you tryin to fit your big fat a** down my chimney next year. Ill ******** you up. Ill throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so youll have to walk back to the ******** north pole. ******** YOU SANTA. Next year youll find out how bad i can be, you FAT COCKSUCKER.
Sincerely,
Taj J. L. Ballinger
 XxSaint_JxX · Sun Jul 02, 2006 @ 01:18am · 0 Comments |
