December 29, 2008
THE BELATED CALENDAR OF DISTURBING SANTAS, DAYS 4 - 25
[WAS IT OVER WHEN THE GERMANS BOMBED PEARL HARBOR?]
I was accosted at a party over the weekend.
"What, only three Santas in the disturbing Santas calendar this year?"
I was disappointed by this statement. Not by the fact it was uttered, but because the person knows me well enough to understand that there's real time and then there's Salad time. Salad time takes much, much longer.
So, with that in mind, here are the remaining Calendar entries:
Subtle. Less is more.
It's lonely at the North Pole.
Santa's all about the potty.
(Photo courtesy of Alan Snel at Bike Stories.)
This is just how Rommie rolls.
Lose a receipt?
She may be hot, but not enough to erase the image of Gleason singing in a Santa suit.
And a Dolly New Year.
Santa appears to be enjoying Superman's help a bit too much.
Going political wasn't necessary.
I'm going out on a limb to say one of the kids is adopted.
You have the right to remain Jolly.
Nobody likes a skinny Santa.
Amateur night? I think not.
Fur load.
One suspects you'd ho for much less, my friend.
Some things require no comment.
Keytar? Why did it have to be a keytar?
He nose if you've been bad or good.
That's racist.
Sam couldn't understand why the Secret Service stopped him at the gate.
Yeah? Well, I want a therapist.
At least he isn't taking cameraphone photos at courtside.
Santa scabies, I'm filling my stocking with simplex, and checks.
Posted by Jeff at December 29, 2008 07:19 AM | TrackBack