All I Want for Christmas Is Blackmail đ
Added 2024-12-14 02:20:40 +0000 UTCDearest Santa,
Well, well, well, if it isn't the festive fraud himself. Creeping about in the dead of night, breaking into homes, bribing children with cheap tat to cover your undoubtedly sordid tracks. Do they even know whatâs on your list? I imagine itâs the kind of thing that would land you a one-way trip to a windowless van, if you catch my drift.
Now, letâs address the reindeer in the room: Iâm fully aware Iâm on the naughty list this year. Grand Theft Biscuit was a low point, Iâll admit, but I think we both know your little âsystemâ is nothing but a sham. Naughty or nice, itâs all just a cover for whatever shady operation youâre running, isnât it? Beady eyes and a laugh that screams âdonât leave me alone with the pets.â
Hereâs the deal. I want a corgi. Yes, a proper one, none of those stuffed toy knock-offs you probably cobble together in that workshop sweatshop of yours. Real dog. Four legs. Waggy tail. And make it fat. A properly chunky corgi. Youâve got until the 25th. No corgi, no more "ho ho ho". Iâll go public. The elves, the surveillance, the highly questionable levels of coal stockpile. Everything.
The clockâs ticking, Claus. Letâs not pretend youâre above all this. After all, Iâve seen your face on enough suspiciously damp shopping centre thrones to know exactly how far youâll stoop to keep your racket going.
Merry Christmas, you creepy sod.
Sincerely,
Wayward
P.S. Spare me the milk and mince pie nonsense. Youâll be lucky if you get a stale Jaffa Cake.
Comments
Ok a variation of my favourite Xmas joke, "Did you hear about the dyslexic's who sold there souls to Santa?" So now we know where elves really come from.
Darren Crittall
2024-12-14 02:31:56 +0000 UTC