I went to the mall this last weekend and there was a line weaving in and out all over the place full of families. Â Chattering little ones all waiting in line to tell Santa Claus what they want under their tree. Â In years past I have waited in that line. Â You see, I know I’m on the naughty list, but something about sitting on that jolly old fuck’s lap makes me drip with excitement.
Being the naughty girl that I am, I marched to the front of the line, ignoring the families behind me protesting the awful line cutting. Â This year I was going to tell Santa what I really wanted…