Weening children from scarry old men.

Dec 24, 2006 08:32

Dear Barry,

I understand you've outfitted the sleigh with a porta-potty this year, and that somehow you think that - as with the clever monkeys at Boeing - emptying that out while in flight might be a good idea.

Allow me to suggest that the energy/mass equation, the speed of light, and the speed at which said sleigh must be traveling at even a best spidered points formula implies that sleigh, potty, and contents will approach infinite mass during your test flight this morning. Being a bloody genuis, I'm guessing you've already figured this out - feeling biblical, are you?

Please: Do not vent the contents of the potty in flight - we, your somewhat fearful present desiring populace, already are in shock over the naughty/nice coal error a couple years back, desire a lack of shitty road conditions this morning.

Yeah, Santa clause is really named Barry.
I somehow expect he’s Barry Ween
Inventor, malcontent, and strewer of profanity…

In the future, please keep sanity clauses out of my contracts, OK? Sanitary clauses, however, are welcome riders.

driving, ween, barry

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