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Vote Long for President
Registered: Feb 2001
Location: Boston
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About four years ago my best friend and I hijacked my stepmom's plastic Santa. It was about two weeks before Christmas and quite honestly I was offended that my house (not her house, the filthy cunt, MY house) would have such a distasteful decoration, lit up for the people who turned around in our driveway to see.
Anyways, we took Santa and decided he should visit this little "island" out in the middle of the pond. There was only an inch thick layer of ice on most of the pond, so we hopped in the canoe and began paddling out. Within the first hundred feet of ice my friend completely busted his wooden paddle and we had to head back in to find something else. After a quick search of the basement we decided that he would use a barbell to stab the ice and pull the canoe forward with while I tried to keep the momentum going with a padde in back. Somehow, our dumb asses made it out to this island. If we fell in the water we were fucked, plain and simple. The canoe sagged the whole way in that water. We had no more problems than the way over, Santa was deposited and would be stuck on that island for weeks, until the pond froze over quite well at least.
Man, was my stepmom pissed. I think my dad found it to be slightly humorous, except he had to deal with the bitch.
Yeah, that's what I think of decorations. Pretty to look at as long as it does not make me look stupid.
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