Hey, let's cut the poor old guy a break, shall we? I mean, he busts his ass all year in order to bring joy to everyone. He unfailingly shows up to all the crowded, sweaty shopping malls every December. He never refuses to let any child, no matter how smelly, snotty, or violent, sit in his lap. He's well past retirement age. His wife must be getting fed up at this point. That, or she's given up, and medicates herself into oblivion. (Lady Santa's little helper?) Anyway, it's a long year for our boy. We all need to blow off steam every now and then, and what better way to do so than throw one's white-gloved fists around? I will say, though, that this merely proves my long-suspected belief that Santa is a mean drunk.
This is just a big misunderstanding. The Greater London African American Bowling League thought there was to be a Mass Santa Bowl for charity. The Santa Convention was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Santy looks really happy. Like, borderline deranged happy. Mrs. Santy looks like she might snap and cut a bitch in a minute. Hayden's cute, but I do find her relationship w/ a thirty-yr-old to be a bit off. Especially when I read a comment in a mag where he said they'd waited until she was actually 18 to "go public" with their romance. Which I took to mean, they'd already been gettin it on, statutory style. I have no problem with a little age difference, but if you're 29 and sleeping with a 17 yr old, there's something wrong. Yeck.
This has given me a bad flashback to when I was Mrs. Claus in 5th grade. My aunt made me boobs from pillow stuffing and all the boys wanted to try and pop them.
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Was that the credo of the Sharks or the Jets? I forget...
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Stop mass brawlin' and gimme those presents.
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now i'm feeling stabby.
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