“Hello”
“Timmy, it’s me the pain in the neck.”
“Hi” the person calling is the owner’s aunt
“What are you doing Friday night?”
“Errr, nothing.” Friday is her family’s Christmas party which I’ve been invited to but most likely am not going to. I’m playing it cool.
‘Well, we need someone to be Santa. Can you do it?”
My first reaction – “Holy shit”
My second reaction – “Hell, no”
My third reaction – “Whad d fuk? Do I look anything like Santa?”
My fourth reaction – “I’ve heard Santa’s a Nazi” from raymi talking about this
My fifth reaction and only spoken reaction:
“I would be really uncomfortable being Santa”
“Oh, okay I will ask *so and so*.”
“Yeah, he’ll be a much better Santa.”
How the heck did I ever get asked that question?
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
3 weeks ago

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