Are you there?



I have been mostly a very good girl and I just wanted to say hi and see what kind of cookies you want and hope you stay warm.

XOXOXOXO love, me

Are you there?



I have been mostly a very good girl and I just wanted to say hi and see what kind of cookies you want and hope you stay warm.

XOXOXOXO love, me

No Santa but Frosty is sure happy to see you

Judging by the hair, that looks like a dochummer's snow woman.

(Thanks Newbie, I guess Santa is busy.)

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by h2co-pilot:
(Thanks Newbie, I guess Santa is busy.) </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

He is very busy working with his engineers trying to figure out how to get my H3 down the damn chimney

Santa called my house today. According to caller ID, his phone number is AM GENERAL LLC 574.256.1581.

I'll not tell the wife I saw that call come in.

Wonder what Santa's bringing?

Your sick Alec...just sick!!!

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by Alec W:
I hate to be the one to break it to you guys but Santa doesn’t exist, is not real and it’s really your parents pretending to be Santa. Oh… actually I didn’t hate that, it was fun. Are you crying now? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by h2co-pilot:
Are you there?



I have been mostly a very good girl and I just wanted to say hi and see what kind of cookies you want and hope you stay warm.

XOXOXOXO love, me </div></BLOCKQUOTE>Is your Santa about to take a dump? And what's with the tic-tac-toe love?

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by Alec W:
I hate to be the one to break it to you guys but Santa doesn’t exist, is not real and it’s really your parents pretending to be Santa. Oh… actually I didn’t hate that, it was fun. Are you crying now? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Alec! You *******!

Don't listen to him Santa, I know you're real.

(And I typically don't say ******* or <span class="ev_code_BLACK">fu</span>ck or anything- only when I am really mad- and sometimes I say sh<span class="ev_code_BLACK">i</span>t when I hurt myself but I always whisper it.kthanxbye)

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by h2co-pilot:
Are you there?



I have been mostly a very good girl and I just wanted to say hi and see what kind of cookies you want and hope you stay warm.

XOXOXOXO love, me </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Did any of you heathen pieces o crap notice this? CP didn't ASK for anything, she asked SAMMY CLAWS what kind of cookies he wanted.

All you bastards need to learn a lesson here.

Enuf said.

<Table>
<H1><FONT color=#ff020b>Father Christmas</FONT></H1>
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<TD vAlign=top align=left>Recently over the Christmas period there has been a
predictable and amusing annual ritual taking place in the media. A teacher or
vicar or some other surrogate parent tells the children (in its most recent
incarnation, a group of eight year olds) that Santa Claus does not exist. The
parents then throw up their hands in horror as if a gross act of child abuse had
taken place. This then gets broadcast to the nation through newspapers, radio
and television, during which time the miscreant is publicly pilloried and forced
to recant. The miserable perpetrator of the crime is accused of taking away the
innocence of childhood and breaking the child's trust in the adult world.


Modern psychoanalysts might say the parents have a point. The realm of
illusion is important, and, although growing up entails inevitable
disillusionment (you realise you are not the most important person in the world,
for instance), the sudden shattering of illusions may be traumatic and
damaging.


But I think Freud would have pointed out that it is highly unlikely that an
eight year old 'really' believes in Santa Claus; and perhaps the lies told by
the parents even contributed to the alleged trauma. Children themselves are
usually more resourceful and imaginative in their dealings with the 'grown-ups'.
By going back home eagerly to tell their parents the terrrible news ('Mummy,
guess what the Vicar said today!") they are perhaps also rejoicing that the
dimwitted parents will at last have had their own illusions shattered, and may
be obliged to re-assess their belief in the supposed innocence of
childhood.</P></TD>
<TD>
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<HR width="100%">



Illusions are often shattered by someone peddling another illusion. Some
people say that Freud's ideas are illusions; that they have no basis in reality.
On more than one occasion Freud asked himself the same question: could his ideas
be like a psychotic delusion? Freud answered this question in the negative
because he never lost sight of the fact that his concepts were CONCEPTS and not
physical realities. Concepts like 'ego', 'id', 'superego', 'libido' and so on,
are there to bring order to the facts of psychology, to generate new 'facts' (as
all mature theories do) and to offer connections between phenomena which had not
previously been noticed. Nevertheless Freud insisted that basic concepts should
always be questioned, just as Einstein and others had questioned the basic
concepts of physics. In his analysis of the memoirs of the schizophrenic Daniel
Schreber he famously remarked:


'IT REMAINS FOR THE FUTURE TO DECIDE WHETHER THERE IS MORE DELUSION IN MY
THEORY THAN I SHOULD LIKE TO ADMIT, OR WHETHER THERE IS MORE TRUTH IN SCHREBER'S
DELUSION THAN OTHER PEOPLE ARE AS YET PREPARED TO BELIEVE.'


Whether the vicar who doubted the existence of Father Christmas was prepared
to turn his sceptical gaze onto that other Almighty Father, the public were not
informed. </P></Table>

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by PhilD:
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by rodster:
Wonder what Santa's bringing? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>Hmmm, AMG, that would be one of those "real" Hummers. If you ever get divorced let me know </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

LOL ... My wife likes to shop but dang, Phil, that's a stretch even by her standards!

Did she call you about the PT-15?

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by PhilD:
In the Christmas spirit I shouldn't tell either way, but no she didn't. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

I'll take care of that.

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by PARAGON:
Is your Santa about to take a dump? And what's with the tic-tac-toe love? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Santa was having a really bad day. The doorbell rings. Ding Dong. Santa answers the door and there, pretty as a picture, is an Angel with a Christmas tree for Santa. The Angel asks Santa where he would like her to put the tree. Santa, having the day he is having, kindly told the Angel to "stuff the tree where the sun don't shine" ---- and this is how the Angel got on top of the Christmas tree.

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by h2co-pilot:
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by Alec W:
I hate to be the one to break it to you guys but Santa doesn’t exist, is not real and it’s really your parents pretending to be Santa. Oh… actually I didn’t hate that, it was fun. Are you crying now? </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Alec! You *******!

Don't listen to him Santa, I know you're real.

(And I typically don't say ******* or <span class="ev_code_BLACK">fu</span>ck or anything- only when I am really mad- and sometimes I say sh<span class="ev_code_BLACK">i</span>t when I hurt myself but I always whisper it.kthanxbye) </div></BLOCKQUOTE>Now I know how the baby came up with those words... Out of the blue may ass...

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by KenP:
Now I know how the baby came up with those words... Out of the blue may ass... </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

LMAO

Now that was funny.