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Dear Santa,
I haven't written a letter since I was six. I don't know why I'm doing this now.
I'd like for John's balls to finally drop so he can man up and get to work. All this "I know my responsibility" thing he's pulling? Obviously it's not exactly working.
And a six-pack of root beer. The good kind.
And a six-pack of real beer, too.
[ooc: Denied childhood showing, here]
I haven't written a letter since I was six. I don't know why I'm doing this now.
I'd like for John's balls to finally drop so he can man up and get to work. All this "I know my responsibility" thing he's pulling? Obviously it's not exactly working.
And a six-pack of root beer. The good kind.
And a six-pack of real beer, too.
[ooc: Denied childhood showing, here]