Captain’s Log 5,744
Santa Santa Santa. It’s all about Santa! And the fear of Santa! My pal Hissie used to be terrified of Santa – even as an adult. Some of my other pals are afraid of clowns. I am really only afraid of snakes and hanging upside down. I think the worst possible hell would be hanging upside down with a snake. That’s why God chose Eve instead of me. She seemed perfectly content to have a conversation with a talking snake. I’m sure they did some hanging around too. Probably upside down. The Bible doesn’t want to get into the whole snake symbolism thing, but you can’t fool me.
I would hit the tequila if that talking snake thing happened to me – after I ran 50 miles to get away from the damn snake.
Here’s a photo that is the worst possible thing if you would be afraid of Santa, snakes, and anorexic girls.
This is one of the most random photos I have ever seen. A Christmas snake! It looks like Santa is wearing surgical boots too. What the hell? Is this some sort of limbo contest? She looks very enticing stepping over her snake like that.
Okay, enough fun. Back to the strange photos of the yearly tradition of placing small children into the lap of a scary man in a red suit and a synthetic beard. Such fun!
Really good scream with Lumberjack Santa
Four screamers for the price of one. Santa is wearing draperies just like Scarlet O’Hara.
Ummmm………no words to describe this one. I might call this one I Hear Banjo Music Santa.
And last but not least, I would like to address WHERE one goes to find a good Santa. Malls are good. Private parties with snakes are not so good. Neither is this place.
Consolidating errands and fun for the kids? The boxes of wine in the background are a really nice touch.
We are having our volunteer party tonight at the museum. Lots of fun. I am regifting a present I received for my housewarming party last June. I drink rum once in a awhile and tequila even oncer in awhile and never ever EVER drink wine. So why did I receive 14 bottles of wine and this stuff?
Gag me. Flavored vodka is what I drank my first year of college when I had no idea what drinking was all about. Even if I DID drink vodka now, it wouldn’t be something this sweet, fru-fru, and PINK! Gads! Nobody should drink pink booze.
I have to go now. Bye!