After Christmas Letter. (Warning: CRUDE)

December 26, 1999

Dear Santa,

You must be surprised that I’m writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter.

I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school.

I’m not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved 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 within reach that I would not do for humanity.

What balls do you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a stupid whistle, and a pair of socks? What the fuck were you thinking you fat son of a bitch?!

That you have taken me for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under the tree. As if you hadn’t fucked me enough, you gave that little faggot across the street so many toys that he can’t even walk into his house.

Don’t let me see you trying to fit your big ass down my chimney next year. I’ll fuck you up. I’ll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you’ll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn’t get me that fucking bike.

FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you’ll find out how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH!

Sincerely,
Little Johnny

The Calf

A farmer was helping one of his cows give birth, when he noticed his four year
old son standing at the fence, soaking in the whole event.

The man thought to himself, “Great. He’s four and I’m gonna have to start
explaining the birds and the bees. No need to jump the gun – I’ll just let him
ask, and I’ll answer.”

After everything was over, the man walked over to his son and said, “Well son,
do you have any questions?”

“Just one,” gasped the still wide-eyed lad.

“How fast was that calf going when he hit that cow?”

Getting old…

Your potted plants stay alive.

Having sex in a twin-sized bed is absurd.

You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to sleep.

You hear your favorite song on the elevator at work.

You carry an umbrella.

You watch the Weather Channel.

Your friends marry and divorce instead of hookup and breakup.

You go from 130 days of vacation time to 7.

Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as ‘dressed up’

older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.

You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.

Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonalds.

Sleeping on the couch is a no-no.

you no longer take naps from noon to 6 p.m.

Dinner and a movie – The whole date instead of the beginning of one.

MTV News is no longer your primary source for information.

You go to the drugstore for Ibuprofen and antacids, not condoms and pregnancy
test kits.

A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer ‘pretty good stuff’.

You actually eat breakfast foods at breakfast time.

Grocery lists are longer than macaroni & cheese, diet Pepsi & ho-ho’s

‘I just can’t drink the way I used to’ replaces ‘I’m never going to drink that
much again’

Over 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.

You don’t get liquored up at home, to save money, before going to a bar.

One Good Turn

Little Johnnie was very lustful for a girl living in his neighborhood. He invited her to dinner, and she accepted. After dinner, he drove to a little mountain about 5 miles away from the city, and told her: “I want you right here and now. Do it or get out and go home!” Without saying a word, she got out and walked home.

A few weeks later, after a lot of apologizing, he invited her again, and she agreed. Later, he drove to another mountain about 10 miles away. Same question, same answer: the girl got out of the car and walked home.

Another few weeks later, after sending flowers and candies and even more apologizing, Johnnie gave it another try. The girl accepted once again. This time, Johnny wanted to make it sure, so he drove 50 miles away.

Once again he said: “I want you now. Do it or get out and walk home!” Without saying a word, the girl undressed and the two had the greatest sex in Johnnie’s whole life.

Afterwards, when the two of them were dressed again and drove home, Johnnie asked her why she had walked home the first two times, as she had obviously enjoyed it very much.

The girl answered: “Well, I will gladly walk 5 or 10 miles to save a good friend from gonorrhea, but 50 miles is just too much to ask.”

Michael Jackson

A little boy walks up to his mother and asks her “Mommy is God a male or female?”” His mother thought for a second and said “”Well God is both male and female.”” The little boy left and came back 5 minutes later to ask his mother “”Mommy is God black or white?”” His mother replied “”Well God is both.”” The boy being confused asked his mother “”Well mommy if God is all of those things than is God gay or strait?”” His mother replied in a shocking way “”Well God is also both of those.”” After hearing this answer the boy looked up at his mother and asked “”Mommy is God Michael Jackson?””

Election explination

(Every year, teacher Mike Wilson of Ballwin, Missouri has his elementary-school students study the presidential election process in America. From the resulting essays and exam papers, Wilson has culled some gems of youthful insight and wisdom, not to mention skepticism worth of a politics-weary adult. As the 1984 presidential election grows near, we offer some of Wilson’s treasures.)

Did you ever think what I used to think about candidates running neck-and-neck? Well it is not true.

Universal suffrage means that even the illegible get to vote.

Calling a person a runner-up is the polite way of saying you lost.

The difference between a king and a president is that a king is the son of his father but a president is not.

What I learned about elections is that we aren’t really getting to elect the president. It is some people in a college who get to. I have not decided what to do about it yet but I am not going to just sit around.

It is possible to get the majority of electoral votes without getting the majority of popular votes. Anyone who can ever understand how this works gets to be president.

Some of our presidents never did much else and are famous only because they became president.

The more I think about trying to run for president the less I think of it.

The president has the power to appoint and disappoint the members of his cabinet.

Much has been said about balancing the budget. It has been found that the budget is more talkable than balanceable.

The campaign is when the candidate tells what he stand for and the election is when the votes tell if they can stand for his being elected.

Actually, elections are different from politics. Elections come and go while politics are with us all the time.

The winning candidate is elected and inoculated.

In January, the president makes his Inaugural Address after he has been sworn at.

Once he is elected, sometimes the president has to work 24 hours a day until he finds out what he is supposed to do.

The nominees are usually called candidates or campaigners although I have heard them called other things.

One of the strictest rules is all dark horses running for president must be people.

Popular votes tell who is the most popular. Electoral votes tell who is the most elected.

Heredity is a bad thing in politics because it gets us kings instead of presidents.

A caucus is something people vote in. Sort of a small booth.

An overwhelming favorite is a candidate that often comes over to the convention and whelms the delegates.

The jobs of delegates is to resent their states.

Noncommittal is to be able to talk and talk without saying anything.

When the radio mentions a landslide, cross your fingers and hope it is talking about an election.

A dark horse is a candidate that the delegates don’t know enough about to dislike yet.

Political science is to try to figure out what makes candidates act that way.

A split ticket is when you don’t like any of them on the ticket so you tear it up.

When they talk about the most promising presidential candidate, they mean the one who can think of the most things to promise.

Elephants and donkeys never fought until politics came along.

Political strategy is when you don’t let people know you have run out of ideas and keep shouting anyway.

A candidate should always renounce his words carefully.

We are learning how to make our election results known quicker and quicker. It is our campaigns we are having trouble getting any shorter.

One of the mainest rules of campaigning is you are not allowed to go on a whistle-stop tour without a train.

Politician is the bawling out name for a candidate you don’t like.

Speaking of defeat, candidates are told never to.

Campaigns give us a great deal of happiness by their finally ending.

Having to Take a Whisper

Once there was a liitle boy in church. He had to go to the
bathroom so he told his mother, ”Mommy, I have to piss.”
The mother said, ”Son don’t say piss in church. Next time
you have to piss, say, ‘whisper’ because it is more polite.

The next Sunday, the litle boy was sitting by his father
this time, and once again, he had to go to the bathroom.

He told his father, ”Daddy I have to whisper.”

The father said, ”OK. Here, whisper in my ear.”

You Heard Mom…

Little Johnny was in school one day when the teacher brought around cookies for snack time. “Here, Little Johnny, have a cookie.”

“I don’t fucking want one,” declared Johnny.

The teacher was shocked. She called Little Johnny’s mother and scheduled her to come in for a meeting the next day. When Little Johnny’s mother arrived, the teacher had her hide behind the curtain until snack time came around.

As she came to Little Johnny, she again told him, “Here Little Johnny. It’s time for your cookie.”

“I don’t fucking want one,” stated Little Johnny again.

The teacher pulled aside the curtain and said to his mother, “See? Did you hear what he said?”

“So?” said his mother, “Don’t fucking give him one!”

Hair pulling

A six-year-old comes crying to his mother because his little sister pulled his hair. “Don’t be angry,” the mother says, “Your little sister doesn’t realize that pulling hair hurts.” A short while later, there’s more crying, and the mother goes to investigate. This time the sister is bawling and her brother says, “Now she knows.”