Stiffed by my secret Santa, do I raise hell or be cool about it?

I almost did that with a girl before I left for California. Pale-skinned white goth girl with a fauxhawk that, oddly enough, was going to school to become a history teacher and was obsessed with anything having to do with the founding fathers. Wore Ben Franklin and George Washington socks with her combat boots and shit. Smart, nerdy rocker girl. I was in love, and she had a boyfriend of four years.

Was going to write her a long-ass letter but I decided against it. Instead I drew a picture of her (something I like to do for select girls as a cheap, easy, personalized gift). On the back I wrote, "<Name>, there's so much I want to tell you... but it's probably better that I don't. So I'll just say, "Bye."

My last shift at work I folded the picture up and stuck it under the gas cap of her truck. She never wrote me back, even though we're still friends on Facebook.

 
Saw thread title, thought it was about Santa porn, leaving disappointed.
 
tell her you'd like to take her on a "skeetrip".

pronounce it exactly like that.

once all warm & comfy in a your lodge up on a hill, literally stiff her back with your own Secretion Santa gift. then head down into the the slopes calling her a "Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, Hoe....." until you are no longer audible & then disappear forever.


that way you don't have to raise hell, she'll just raise your child.


boom.
 
tell her you'd like to take her on a "skeetrip".

pronounce it exactly like that.

once all warm & comfy in a your lodge up on a hill, literally stiff her back with your own Secretion Santa gift. then head down into the the slopes calling her a "Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, Hoe....." until you are no longer audible & then disappear forever.


that way you don't have to raise hell, she'll just raise your child.


boom.

Bet you have heads in your freezer.

Call it a hunch.
 
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