Earlier this morning (8-ish) on 13th Street between Second Avenue and Third Avenue...
As I continued toward Second Avenue, I heard Santa start yelling/screaming something like %#^@*@*%$$#@!, which led me to think he had been out since last Saturday.
Chimney? Nah...Santa's too old and fat for that sh it. Also chimney entrance/exit insurance is too high, with his premiums skyrocketing after he had to pay a five figure settlement for knocking over a rare vase after coming out of the chimney of a brownstone back in 2013. And not many chimneys left to enter/worth finding out about.
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That, and the urine soaked pants...
He hates chiminies
Someone should tell Santa that's 13th Street, not the 13th Step.
Chimney? Nah...Santa's too old and fat for that sh it. Also chimney entrance/exit insurance is too high, with his premiums skyrocketing after he had to pay a five figure settlement for knocking over a rare vase after coming out of the chimney of a brownstone back in 2013. And not many chimneys left to enter/worth finding out about.
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