Thursday, January 8, 2009

My brother the poet

if you want to see santa again come to the dock with all the money in the world and if you dont, we will burn down the white house and the pentagon with elves and the president inside. WWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH... ..and cut off his balls.



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Quinten strikes again.
Word for word.
A ransom letter.
An assignment he wrote for school.
I've been told it's my fault.
Please, tell me, how the fresh hell did I suggest my brother should castrate Santa?

I hope you liked that.

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