Shego (
gotgreenmagic) wrote2009-12-14 01:21 am
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Stupid ankle. Stupid crutches. I am so done with this.
Should be on vacation at this time of year. For Christmas this year, however, I would just like to be able to walk.
Also, the mind-altering decorations and creepy mistletoe can get bent.
Dear Santa,
You don't exist, for Barge purposes I'm gonna guess you're the Admiral in a fat suit and a hat, and I am writing this only because it feels like I can't function properly unless I do. Got that? Great. Let's just do this so I can get on with my life.
Jimmy - Do they make chastity belts for guys? Whatever, he'd use it for something unthinkably gross. Give him a plush Enterprise so he can make out with it like we all know he wants to.
McCoy - A new outfit. Smart-casual. Nothing blue, gold, red or otherwise...Starfleety.
Mozenrath - A copy of Frankenstein? That's about as necromancy-y as I get.
Rayne - Something shiny to add to that whacked-out 'stuff to kill people with' collection. Anonymously, you fat jerk.
Parker - A shopping cart full of Valium. Okay, I know you won't do that, so, a couple decent books? Anything that might delay the aneurysm. I don't know what she likes, but you're Santa so I guess you do.
Swing - Something from his world. Maybe an atlas, so he actually has something to show people when they don't know what the heck the Disc is.
Doc Horrible & Ears - I really do not know enough about these guys, and apparently the Doc is anti-Christmas on principle? Give their weasel a couple toys.
'The Master' (Harry Saxon flavor) - Eh. What do you give the world-dominating psycho who has everything? Never mind, don't give him anything, Time Lords probably don't do Christmas anyways.
Picard Jr. - Coal. So much coal. But you didn't need me to tell you that, right?
Me - Geez. Anything so long as it's new. If the floods, ports or resident whackjobs don't kill me then the monotony will.
I still don't believe you exist.
- Shego
Should be on vacation at this time of year. For Christmas this year, however, I would just like to be able to walk.
Also, the mind-altering decorations and creepy mistletoe can get bent.
Dear Santa,
You don't exist, for Barge purposes I'm gonna guess you're the Admiral in a fat suit and a hat, and I am writing this only because it feels like I can't function properly unless I do. Got that? Great. Let's just do this so I can get on with my life.
Jimmy - Do they make chastity belts for guys? Whatever, he'd use it for something unthinkably gross. Give him a plush Enterprise so he can make out with it like we all know he wants to.
McCoy - A new outfit. Smart-casual. Nothing blue, gold, red or otherwise...Starfleety.
Mozenrath - A copy of Frankenstein? That's about as necromancy-y as I get.
Rayne - Something shiny to add to that whacked-out 'stuff to kill people with' collection. Anonymously, you fat jerk.
Parker - A shopping cart full of Valium. Okay, I know you won't do that, so, a couple decent books? Anything that might delay the aneurysm. I don't know what she likes, but you're Santa so I guess you do.
Swing - Something from his world. Maybe an atlas, so he actually has something to show people when they don't know what the heck the Disc is.
Doc Horrible & Ears - I really do not know enough about these guys, and apparently the Doc is anti-Christmas on principle? Give their weasel a couple toys.
'The Master' (Harry Saxon flavor) - Eh. What do you give the world-dominating psycho who has everything? Never mind, don't give him anything, Time Lords probably don't do Christmas anyways.
Picard Jr. - Coal. So much coal. But you didn't need me to tell you that, right?
Me - Geez. Anything so long as it's new. If the floods, ports or resident whackjobs don't kill me then the monotony will.
I still don't believe you exist.
- Shego
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I can bring you some books, if you like.
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Thanks.
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