Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Letters to Santa

With the latest of 8,000 GOP Presidential debates scheduled to air on FOX News at 9 PM tonight, the IWS news team has uncovered information more revealing of the candidates than any answers they could give to questions asked by Megyn Kelly such as…

“What is the capital of Solyndra?”

“Are corporations people too?”

Or…

“May I run my fingers through your hair?”

Yes folks, put their stances on foreign policy, economic recovery, and bestiality aside; thanks to our operative working within the United States Postal Service, we now reveal the candidates’ true personalities from their letters to Santa Claus…

Dear Santa:

I have been a darn (pardon my expletive) good boy this year. I have, much like you do, made thousands of people feel good about themselves by telling them what they want to hear, and promising them what they want. However, unlike you, I cannot deliver a thing.

I hope this Christmas you can bring my words to fruition. I want you to give gay people every right we normal people have while revealing to them the emotional and financial horrors of a bad marriage. I want you to enact strict guns control laws while holding true to the tenets of the NRA. I want you to read the minds of souls of women and spontaneously and unknowingly vaporize the zygotes inside those women who really don’t want a child so that abortion becomes a non-issue.

Thank you and I think that red suit is very becoming on you. Unless, of course you don’t want me to think that.

Yours in the tepee of the Nephites,

Mitt

Dear Santa:

I would like you to protect every adorable fetus conceived through thick and thin, rape and incest, drug induced bunga bunga parties, and schoolyard dares.

I would also like a soft-serve ice cream machine.

Merry Christmas to you and the Mrs.,

Rick Santorum

Dear Santa:

When I think of you, I think of that time many years ago when on your sleigh, you secretly carpet bombed the Cambodians into submission and helped our Jewish friends to secure the upper peninsula of my beloved Minnesota.

I figure that since you have that kind of power, you could quickly, yet sweetly and peacefully, kill off my husband Marcus, and introduce me to a marriage-worthy man who isn’t gay.

I love you and so does Jesus,

Michele

Dear Santa:

Just like me you are a round, homely looking old man, and yet, the ladies dig you and without even spending a dime, you no doubt get a helluva lot more high class trim than even I. My Christmas wish is simple.

I want your secret. My current wife is getting on my nerves and frankly, and I can’t keep this “genius” façade up forever, so I’m going to need something other than a line of credit at Tiffany’s in order to bag a few more hot chicks before I die.

Beware of the Electro Magnetic Pulses while flying around,

Newt

Dear Santa:

As I tell you every four years or so, I don’t want a goddamn thing from you. You are not the solution to our problems; you are the problem. And…if you have an “in” with the Almighty? Tell him that streets paved with gold are yet another example of the obscene waste of tithings by those in power.

Go to Hell,

Ron Paul

Dear Santa:

I want three things from ya this year. An endless supply of pain meds and a new pair of boots.

Thank Ya,

Rick Perry

And there you have it folks…Another Pulitzer Award winning expose brought to you courtesy of the IWS newshounds.

And…I think the most important thing we have learned from this scoop is, that just like corporations, GOP Presidential candidates are people too.

Cheers!!

Matt-Man

email: neshobadude@yahoo.com
Twitter:  @mattmaniws

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Santa Claus is a Busy Man


Hola and Ho Ho Ho to all the good little boys and girls (and to the naughty girls), Santa Claus is guest posting for I’m With Stupid. That’s right bitches, the big man himself is here to let you know that he’s not jolly. Not one bit.

You know why? Because everybody and their dog but me is getting a reality show. If those boring (big) ass Kardashians can have a show, I should have one too. Here’s an example of a typical day:

5:00 am: Wake up to custom alarm playing “Jingle Bells.”
5:01 am: Take long, satisfying piss.
5:04 am: Ask Mrs. Claus if she’s up for a little morning action.
5:05 am: Dejectedly leave the bedroom and start the coffee going.
5:07 am: Check official email and find the box full. Leave for assistants.
5:08 am: Check personal email and find two offers for cheap Viagra and one from some chick in Nigeria claiming to need help moving $10,000,000 dollars. Put Nigeria lady on “Naughty” list.

5:10: Get a cup of coffee and check Facebook
5:11: Poke 3,758 people back
5:30 am: Check my Words With Friends game
5:32 am: Put Sally Oberton of Ottawa, Canada on “naughty” list for playing “Charquis”
6:00 am: Daybreak Yoga with the elves.
6:30 am: Light breakfast of 4 slices of bacon, 4 pieces of sausage, 4 biscuits, has browns, 2 eggs over easy and a glass of orange juice.

7:30 am: Tweet: “Time to shit, shower and groom the beard.”
8:00 am: Tweet: “Let’s do this bitches!”

8:01 am til Noon: One meeting after another. Meet with production supervisors to see how toy production is going. Yell at supervisors about excessive overtime. Remind everyone how much would be saved by outsourcing production to Southeast Asia. Then meet with maintenance team to make sure the sleigh is in good shape. Meet with the lawyers to find out which flight paths have been approved. Meet with Secret Society of Jews Who Exchange Presents on Christmas.

Noon: Typical lunch of double bacon cheeseburger, fries, a piece of chocolate cake and a Diet Coke.

12:30 pm til 3:00 pm: More meetings. Meet with the stables managers and try to smooth over any drama going on with the reindeer.  Meet with logistics to see that they’ve made the requested changes. Meet with the lawyers again to see if they got Congress to approve my special “non-profit” status.

3:00 pm:  Krav Maga Training
3:30 pm til 5 pm: Surf the internet for videos and self-pics of girls who want to get on my “Naughty” list followed by afternoon masturbation session.

5:00 pm: Dinner consisting of Reindeer Stew, Ciabatta bread and a bottle of red wine.
6:00 pm: Seinfeld
7 pm til 11 pm: Hang out on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr and Reddit while watching episodes of Gilmore Girls on DVD.

11:00 pm: Tweet: “Bedtime with Mrs Claus. That Ho Ho Ho! #justkidding”

See folks? Fascinating stuff! I see no reason that I haven’t gotten a TV show. It’s non-stop drama all day long. A hell of lot more drama than just driving a freaking rig over a hill, I tell ya that much History Channel! And if anyone out there wants to offer me a reality show, contact me through my representative Jayman.


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Also, we held out IWS Office Christmas Party this weekend on I’m With Stupid and it was EPIC! We had a HUGE crowd in the chat room and just rocked it all through the show. We had some Xmas party DOs and DONTs, party games and discussed Xmas parties of the past. Also, there was an exclusive interview with Santa himself.

Oh, and there were trolls too. We dispatched them as quickly as possible, just like Santa would have. So, give it a listen because it will make your day a little brighter. And that’s what it’s all about for us. Making you happy.

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