Santa's delivery to chez Nigel
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 1:30 PM
Light and hearty observations from a fat and ugly guy. Home of hackneyed drivel and ersatz-existentialist effluence. Choleric biliousness a specialty, since 1958.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
"Ego mos imbibo bierra tunc cado ut solum" -- from the Latin, this is the motto I live by. Translated, it goes like this: "I will drink beer and then fall to the floor". Beautiful, poetic, charming, no?
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Face like a box of writhing maggots, dresses like Wilbur Post from the TV show "Mr. Ed", hates the great outdoors, much prefers the great indoors, so long as those doors are locked. Two words: shaved armpits.
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3 Comments:
That is not very nice of Santa!
Hope he ain't been into the prune juice.
You're on a Santa roll.
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