Humour - page 280

 

well, okay, how about this:

m Father Christmas is an old man dragging around a little girl who, having never been marriedм and for some reason calls her his granddaughter! Something nasty here.....

At least Cintha-Claus is poking around on his own. Although his habit of climbing into other people's houses through chimneys is also suspicious....

 
FAGOTT:

Well, OK, how about this:

sad, what's up.
 
MetaDriver:
Well, it's sad, isn't it?


He's sad... What to do, eh?
 
We're waiting for inspiration. you could also troll Dimka the Intagger, he'll be erupting in the smoking room now.
 
FAGOTT:

sad for him... What to do, eh?

Send it to Juvenal, that's their department, let them look for the grandfather and investigate. Everyone's trying to convince me there's no Father Christmas.
 
FAGOTT:
crossed out already!
Phew... I'm finally getting some rest! Hopefully, the holiday pay will go to the average?
 
found a human tooth in a cutlet of ground chicken I bought today. no kidding.
 
I could hardly keep from throwing up. I had about five urges.
 
Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her name was Little Red Riding Hood...
Actually, her hat was grey, made of wolf.
But she wore it with the meat on the outside.
 
Jequile:
found a human tooth in a cutlet of ground chicken I bought today. no kidding.
It's for the money.