Good riddance! Another year behind us with the freak gone. Shakes piggy head. I think I will need therapy this year to get over some of the antics that Don Juan did to us this year. He has no morals. No standards. Not anything good is in his twisted little body. He is bad. Real bad.
The night before Christmas, dad was going to set out donuts and a Coke Zero for Santa. I know that’s a weird combination but dad assured me that was what Santa wanted – Shakes piggy head. You know what they say, “Don’t argue with your elders”. Snorts with piggy laughter.
Dad went to go get the donuts and he found Don Juan was in his bag. The little brat ate all of the donuts but one. Daddy said Santa was *not* going to be happy.
So Don Juan – goodbye. Good riddance. Don’t let the door hit you on the butt on the way out of the Hotel Thompson. Until we see each again, may you see nothing but darkness. And watch out little guy – we will be prepared for you next year. Oh yes… we will – evil piggy snorts.