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Santa Clause is coming, look busy!

Deer Deer Deer friends,

Christmas is coming. look busy.
I´ll let you in on a secret of mine or two.
I really do not like christmas. when i tell people this they always respond with ´oh but you must like all the food dont you´.
 first of all. i get seriously offended with you folks saying this. people associate me with food all the time. i really wonder why that is. second of all i get seriously offended by you not asking me why nor taking me seriously. i really dont like christmas. you wanna know why? no? well im gonna tell you anyway.
because it's a religious thing. im not religious. (please tell the priest). religion is like a cult. once you're in, you'll never get out. trust me i tried. but besides all this. it's a stupid religious thingy because it uses all these rituals from the paganism. THIEFS.  there i said it.
but what annoys me most of all; we're all talking about peace on earth and you have to be nice etc etc. F you people. we should always be talking about peace on earth. we should always be nice. it is top level of hypocrisy. or irony. i dont know. potaito potaato.

well only 5 more days and then the earth will explode/implode/die. and thus we will. it is already well known the mayans made a teeny tiny calculation error. but we people sure do love drama.

if the world does go down on the 21th, you should all see my face. priceless fo sho.
but it wont. but if so; love ya all. not just because of christmas. but because we dont say it enough.
(the end of the world is making me all sentimental. YUCK)

Jesus is coming, look busy.

HO HO HO!
BESOS

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