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Rampaging Santas!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asi...ic/4539180.stm
[ QUOTE ] A gang of "Santas" cut a trail of havoc across New Zealand's biggest city... [/ QUOTE ] What is the world coming to! I wish this was in the US, then we'd have film footage of security guards popping a cap in Ole St Nick's ass... EDIT: I got the urge to watch 'Trancers' now... |
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The tick loves Santa
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"They came in, said 'Merry Christmas' and then helped themselves," said store owner Changa Manakynda.
That made me laugh pretty hard. |
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[/ QUOTE ] holy crap what is happening in this photo |
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According to the New Zealand Herald, they entered a casino [/ QUOTE ] they stole this idea from Ben Affleck's greatest movie of all time |
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No Billy Bob Thornton yet? For shame!
Funny article. If people can use soccer as an excuse to get their jollies beating each other up on a nationwide level, I don't see how being a screwball anarchist Santa is any stranger an idea. |
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Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath From his beard to his boots he was covered in ammo Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye "Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!" The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nick went insane Realized he'd been getting a raw deal Something finally must've snapped in his brain Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet Then he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage He got Dancer and Prancer with and old German Luger And he slashed down Dasher just like Freddy Krueger Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen Then he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!" The night Santa went crazy The night Kris Kringle went nuts Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole Without stepping in reindeer guts There's the National Guard and the FBI There's a van from the Eyewitness News And helicopters circling 'round in the sky Now the bullets keep flying the body count's rising And everybody’s dying to know -oh Santa, why? My, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy. Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time In a Federal prison for his infamous crime Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears He'll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years. (Alternate verse used in concert) Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead A guy from the SWAT team blew a hole through his head Yes, little friend, that's his brains on the floor Guess you won't have the fat guy to kick around anymore Now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights (They talk about) The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nicholas flipped Broke his back for some milk and cookies sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nick went insane Realized he'd been getting a raw deal Something finally must've snapped in his brain Something finally must've snapped in his brain Tell ya something finally must've snapped in his brain. |
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