|
29 April 2005 |
do you remember as a child queueing to see santa. heres a fifty word short.
"How long more ma?"
"Soon son, soon"
"Is he real?"
"'Course."
The bitterness of the wind touched all in the queue.
"I want a playstation. a surprise, and a job for me da....Are you real? god you're fat."
Santa wanted to clatter him. But he wouldn't hit his own son. |
Spoiled! Written by DustinBowcott ( comments posted) 2nd May 2005 | | By the word clatter. | I don't like that word in this context Written by artsnflowers ( comments posted) 3rd May 2005 | | the story amused me so I guess you got what you wanted. |
Only registered users can rate and write comments. Please login or register. Powered by AkoComment 2.0! |