Yikes! I think Santa just smacked the heck outta that poor little fella
with those straw thingamajigs. Look at his face...heck, it scared me!
Am I the only one who is suddenly thinking
"So THAT'S what happened to Rasputin"?
*Insert Scary Muzak* You are all under my spell...you will do
as I say...you are powerless to object...
Okay, this guy needs no caption. The face says it all...I think I saw him on
an episode of MSNBC's Lock Up - San Quentin. *shiver* Nothing
says Happy Holidays more than hiring paroled
ax murderers to play Santa. Okay, now *I* am gonna have nightmares...just
exactly what is he gonna do with those switches huh?
Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Right Santa?
Santa needs meds...lots and lots of meds. Buckets full of meds.
9*1*1!! Help! Can you hear me? Can you hear me NOW? I need assistance...I am
being held captive by a deranged man in a red suit! HELP!
What about a pack of Camels for the little ones? And I never saw a child
who didn't get all excited over a can of Prince Albert tobacco!
Ah, when I was but a tyke nothing would make my eyes shine brighter
than opening up a carton of cigarettes on Christmas morning! Thank you Santa!
How about a Pall Mall for the kiddies?
After all, it's for their health right? Protects from the dreaded throat itch!
I don't know about you but I need to go and watch Miracle On 34th Street immediately!
Just a little pre-holiday silliness!