Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Santa Waits



Santa is waiting to strike!

With Credit Card debt poised to follow subprime mortgages into the abyss, it's no surprise that we are heading into a season of Holiday Fear as opposed to Cheer.

(If you click on the image and look at the larger size, you'll notice what looks like a pair of dessicated, wattled tits in the reflection in the windows. Ick. And unintentional)
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1 comment:

Rock Candy said...

*sniff* but, but...what about MY needs?

August 6, 2008 at 9:31 PM

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