#059 Christmas Wishes
Dec17
on December 17, 2015
at 5:07 am
Santa then went on to kill himself later on that day. Only to come back to life moments later. Father Christmas lives in hell for eternity, to entertain us with gifts once a year, and spend the rest working his sweatshop elves to death while his wife refuses to acknowledge their relationship. Merry Holidays you silly goosers. I love you. But I love myself more.
I love you more than me too.
You little shit. Ask for a toy or something.
He’s santa, not shenron
satan kicks santa out every year cuz he fuckin’ smells, that giant fuzzy coat makes any one sweet.
I mean, what is she going to do, ask for a Nintendo? hahahaha #SomeWoundsNeverHeal
which happens, dads leave, no need to be a pussy about it.
I never thought I would find such an everyday topic so enlathrling!
So true! I had a hard time getting why the universe would be so petty or so foolish as to think I want what I don’t. The universe is not ‘thinking’ about it – it is just matching it – reflecting it. I’m making more sense of it now.
Dat Santa face though.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, that’s not the kind of gift my elves can make. They’re much better at counterfeiting brand-name toys — how about a Malibu Barbie Dream House?”