"Dear Santy Claws, mys nam is, ahem....uhh.. Albert. I aint too good at writin', but somehow im rilly good at typing. anyhoo, this yer, fer crismus, i wuz wunderin' if you could do a lil' somethin fer me. see, ive gut this frend, and hes been wantin' something real bad for quite some time now. hes made of wood you see! and all he's ever wunted was to be a real boy! oh gosh santy, if you could see his poor wooden face! he says he dusn't rilly care, but i know he does (cuz his nose grows when he lies). anyhoo, so could you make me, i mean... my frend into a real boy this year? yers truly, 'Albert.'"
So I hope you realized pretty quickly that I didn't actually receive that as an email, but that doesn't mean it isn't a true story. That's your Christmas update for the day.
Posted by lib at December 21, 2004 06:23 PM