Ahhhhh Christmas, what a day. Hanging with your family, eating a glorious meal, nursing some serious manishment from a wonderful night at Ryan's Hotel and chicks just generally digging it. Love, friendship, sharing all that rad shit going on, but for a whole lot of humans in the consumerist, materialistic society we call our home the exchanging of gifts and in particular the receiving of these good are what truly makes them happy. This is especially the case when you are just a wee little nipper and your whole existence seems to be justified when you fang up the stairs and unwrap that limited edition Optimus Prime.
Not only were you stoked that you were now the proud owner of a bunch of new trinkets to amuse your little self with, there was a sense of being involved in something magical as you marveled at the logistical brilliance, enginuity and prescience of that massive rock ledge in the red and white suit who brought us these Chrissy treats. However with so many imitations out there, its just in the law of averages that sometimes shit is going to get weird when your placing impressionable little tackers on the knee of grown men in fancy dress. Over a lovely lunch at my babes house today conversation turned to such nafarious characters and her dear old father implored me to check out this site that contained some rediculous photos of the men in red and white. Check it out, it is a delightful Christmas treat. www.sketchysantas.com
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