Dear Santa (and more specifically in this instance, Uncle Dave Wityszyn), while I do so love the look of wonder and excitement on my childrens faces when they receive your tidings of great joy...I swear to all things holy, if you bring another malfunctioning noise making gizmo with no blessed off switch, I shall make it my personal mission to bring you my own form of tidings of great something or other. (48 hours later, after having been pitched into the backyard to escape the racket, that bloody thing is still going off. Perhaps a sledge hammer?)
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 12:06:05 +0000
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