
An Open Letter To Bob Cratchet:
Okay, I’m sorry, I just basically was under the impression that I was running a company here and that you worked for me. I was under the impression that I was paying you for a service that Bob Cratchet was rendering. Perhaps I should shut my business down to celebrate the birthday of the son of an invisible man, who was born in a manger- of a woman immaculately concepted. Perhaps I’ve been worry about the wrong things. Maybe our rent will be paid by God after he finds out how “into his son’s birthday” we were. Oh yes, I can see it now, we have no worries at all.
Yours in Christ,
Ebenezer Scrooge
P.S. When your son says “God bless us, everyone.”, he’s also talking about me, cause I gave you the money you used to buy him a crutch.
P.S.S. F the homeless!
NOTE: WhatSucksBlog.com will be back after Christmas, so have a happy holiday and try not to hit yourself in the privates.
3 comments:
The book is always better.
i saw you on tv!!!
He wears an adult diaper.
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