My stinky what?
Because the rustling of this Santa suit is just so friggin’ LOUD.
I’d think the bunny fetish link would be reason all by itself.
Dear Santa:
Can I please have a friendship back again? It would mean a lot…
And if I can’t have that, then can my friends and I have only the best kind of 2004? Please?
Flami
Heh, heh, heh. Does that include the guests?
Should old acquaintances be forgot?
I knew the answer to that once, but I can’t remember.
Anyway, Ho, Ho, Ho, I wish you the very best 2004 possible. If you’re not satisfied with it, return it for a full refund.
Bleh… you’re stinky, Santa Andy. Like you NEVER misspell! I want a money tree!
I don’t have to look for your user name SanguineSpider, I’m morbid enough your threads always attrect me. It’s as if I were a small insect and you were slowly luring me into something.
Seriously, I enjor your posts, I didn’t mean to come off as I did.
Santa Andy
Why do little puppies and kittens have to die? Can you bring back my 140lb rotweiler?
Santa Andy, you never answered my question. I was hoping to get a toke.
A money tree you shall have. The prettiest, nicest, greatest biggest money tree in the world.
Just please, no more links to transgendered pink bunny rabbits. I couldn’t tell if that was a website or the DTs kicking in.
You want what … a joke? A funny, Christmas joke. Okay, I have a knock-knock joke for you.
Knock knock.
Why, my child, little puppies and kittens don’t die. They all go to heaven, where they chase after postmen and claw up all the heavenly furniture, and drink nothing but wine from their pet dishes. And they each get 40 virgins, or something like that. We mustn’t be sad when they die. We should be happy for them.
Especially the frickin’ 140 lb. rottweilers. One bite on the ass and Santa goes straight back up the chimney.
Santa Andy
Why don’t you like me? You never bring whatever I ask for.
Who’s there?
Originally posted by Satisfying Andy Licious
Knock knock.
Santa Claus.
Well, you shouldn’t ask for a 1920s style death ray.
Santa Claus who?
Where’s my doll house, Santa? Where’s my complete set of Nancy Drew mysteries? Where’s my Wonderwoman action figure with movable arms and legs? Where’s my Little Angel Home Chemistry Playset? Where’s my Parcheesi and my Chutes and Ladders game boards? Where’s all the presents you promised me and I never got?
WHERE’S MY PONY???
I can’t remember the answer to that either… blame my fluffy brain for that one. Also, I have this feeling that it’s too late for any reconciliation… but thanks for trying! 
Thankee kindly, Santa Andy. Don’t know if there is a refund on the year, but we’ll make the most of it!
F_X
Santa Claus who!?
Something tells me you’re not going to be getting much for Christmas this year.