A "CONFIDENTIAL In-side CONVERSATION

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   'Twas the night before Christmas--Old
Santa was pissed.
He cussed out the elves and threw
down his list.
Miserable litle brats, ungrateful little
jerks.
I have a good mind to scrap the whole
works!

I've busted my ass for damn near a year,
Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I 
hear?
The old lady bitches cause I work late 
at night.
The elves want more money--The reindeer
all fight.

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the
maids.
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things
would get better
Those a**holes from IRS sent me 
a letter,
They say I owe taxes--if that ain't 
damn funny
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus
any money?
And the kids these days--they all are
the pits
They want the impossible--Those mean little sh*ts
I spent a whole year making wagons and
sleds
Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and
heads
I made a ton of yoyo's--No request for 
them,
They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM!

Flying through the air...dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys and Skinning my
knees
I'm quitting this job there's just no 
enjoyment
I'll sit on my fat ass and draw
unemployment.

There's no Christmas this year now you
know the reason,
I found me a blonde. I'm going South
for the season.

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Ed Valentine Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Carpet Cleaning Specialist Joined: 14/September/2004 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 770	Post Options Post Reply Quote Ed Valentine Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: A "CONFIDENTIAL In-side CONVERSATION Posted: 19/December/2005 at 2:36pm
	'Twas the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed. He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. Miserable litle brats, ungrateful little jerks. I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! I've busted my ass for damn near a year, Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear? The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight. Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. And just when I thought that things would get better Those a*holes from IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money? And the kids these days--they all are the pits They want the impossible--Those mean little shts I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yoyo's--No request for them, They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM! Flying through the air...dodging the trees Falling down chimneys and Skinning my knees I'm quitting this job there's just no enjoyment I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment. There's no Christmas this year now you know the reason, I found me a blonde. I'm going South for the season.

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