I just picked this bad boy up off Ebay. A vintage 1968 plastic Santa. Normally, I stay away from that cesspool of greed. I've been burned several times. I still have nightmares about the vintage Akai reel to reel tape deck that slipped through my little paws-a story for another time. After that mega bang out, I had to set limits on my relationship with Ebay. NO MORE EBAY IT ONLY LEADS TO HEARTACHE!
I vowed to honor my limits and not turn to the cesspool of greed for my Santa. I had to lift the ban after spending all day Saturday looking for a plastic Santa for my fire escape. I thought it would be easy-I WAS WRONG. This type of lawn trash litters the Midwest. I went to several places and each one was worse than the previous. I finally snapped when I could get a blow up Santa in a NASCAR. What the hell. Poor JR had to listen to me bitch all day. The following phrases were uttered out of my mouth:
1. What kind of hell hole is this?
2. Christ, I don't want a polar bear or a penguin. I want a SANTA.
3. SANTA ISN'T AFFILIATED WITH NASCAR. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY?
But, all is well now that I have this little gem. I need him to be the show pony of my holiday party on the 15th.
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