Every year I write a letter to Santa Claus, and every year the fucker never gives me what I want. I figured that even though old Santa keeps stiffing me I might as well keep my tradition going. So here you have it, my letter to Santa 2010.
Dear Santa,
First off let me tell you that I really appreciate all the great stuff you brought me last year, those pairs of underwear that are four sizes too small really came in handy I tell ya. I’ve tried really hard this year to behave and all, but seeing as how I never get anything good for Christmas I really don’t believe in that shit anymore to be quite honest. Every year I ask you for something and you never fucking deliver Santa. Every year I’m on my best behavior and still you stiff me with bullshit presents like socks and fucking stupid ass “As Seen On TV” crap that I end up re-gifting. I hate you for that! I mean is it that fucking hard to bring me a 3D Sony Bravia television and some BluRay pornos that I keep asking for? Or how about that Goddamn water slide that I asked you for a couple years ago? Yeah you know the one I wanted that hooks up to the roof of my house and slides all the way down to my neighbor’s swimming pool, bet your fat ass forgot about that one eh? You fucking suck Santa, you really really do suck major ass.
But it’s all good because this year I’ve got one up on you fatty! That’s right I’ve got a little trick up my sleeve. You see Santa I’m about to have a child of my own. Oh yeah, you heard that right old Doug here is going to be a daddy and you know what that means don’t ya? Yup, I’m going to have a little bad fucking kid who will take over my yearly tradition of harassing you fat boy. I’m going to make sure my child fucks with you so bad that not only will you give him or her whatever the fuck they want, but you’ll give me what I want as well just so I keep my kid away from you. Every mall you’re at, we’ll be there and I’ll make sure my child pisses in your lap and pulls that smoke infested fucking beard off your face each time. Milk and cookies? You can forget about that tubby! Oh no, we’re going to leave some nice laxative chocolate and rotten goat milk for all the times you’ve fucked me by not giving me what I ask for.
That’s right Santa there’s going to be a new Goff coming soon who will ultimately take over my position and continue on the family tradition of fucking with you the big fat asshole who never brings us anything good. So prepare yourself fat boy, this time next year you’ll be wishing that you’d brought me what I asked for. Merry fucking Christmas and checkmate bitch!
DG

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