In 2nd grade some kid named Mike Mastellar told me Santa was really my parents. I played it off like I knew so i didn't look like an idiot.
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When he left my mother.
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You better believe in Santa Claws / Alice Cooper
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I was about 8 or 9, I believe. I remember hearing a bunch of metal clanking around in the living room and my mom telling my dad to keep it down...in between him saying things like "What the ****!?" and "SONOFABITCH!"
The next morning I had the sweet weight bench that I'd been wanting, and I realized that either santa was banging my mom, or it was my dad. |
I don't remember ever believing in Santa. We had no chimney so I knew my Mom's story didn't add up.
Also what kind of 8 yr old wants a weight bench? |
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WTF do you guys mean he isn't real? |
I put this message on my answering machine once:
Santa here. I'm taking Christmas off this year and hanging out at Tim's house. So none of you assholes are getting any presents this year. And if you're a little kid, remember, I don't actually exist. :evil: |
Hell, I don't even remember.
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**** Santa right in his fat ass.
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Where the hell is my Crown Royal?
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When I saw him ****ing some skank bartender in his old beat up piece of shit car.
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I guess when he was tossin' some dude's salad in the slam....
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Thanks,asshole.
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Just now ! Thx a lot !4321
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Don't remember how old I was, but I had a brother four years older than me. I'm sure I was probably pretty young.
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