I was a very good kid.  I rarely got in trouble.  Straight A's.  No drugs ingested or dealt.  Clean room.  Meticulous mower of lawns.   Student leader.  Athlete.  Awkward enough to keep the dangerous girls away.
Yet, I never got these items that were on my wish list for stupid Christmas nearly every stupid year.
Why?  What more did I need to do?
Stupid parents.
Stupid Santa.
Why so stupid?
Here's a compilation of awesome gifts unsent, unreceived, un-unwrapped over the years.
1.  A bee who didn't play by the book, or the rules, or the rules in the book and solved crimes his own way  (Bonus: One week from retirement)
2.  Tickle-Me-Adolf (Bonus: Beachwear limited edition)
3.  Saliva in party flavors (Bonus: Daisy Duke-endorsed)
4.  A rookie bee who did everything by the book to be paired with #1.  (Bonus: Crisp suit and tie)
5.  iwillsurvivePod (Bonus: 1979 version, about 22 years before it hit the market.  It came with both of Gloria Gaynor's hits and a touch disco ball interface.)
6.  The rotting entrails of my vanquished foe (Bonus: Mysterious third kidney)
7.  Blissful contentment (Bonus: Trial pack of contentful blissment)
8.  Horsey!  (Bonus: Horsie!  Bonus-Bonus: Whorsey! (Actually the same horse in a miniskirt and highhoof shoes))
9.  Some of Canada  (Bonus: Timber rights)
10.  Perfect understanding of the vagaries of the human condition (Bonus: Came with Space Invaders)
11.  Bonuses (Bonus: Bonus)
12.  A bee who didn't give a damn about you or your town - a bee who was beyond and above the law  (Bonus: Tiny pack of cigs rolled in his sleeve)
3 comments:
Dear Bleeet and Mrs. Bleeet:
Merry Christmas!
Right back at'cha, Jimbo!
13. A brand new blog post. (Bonus: Get to heckle author some more.)
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