My Breakfast with Santa
I was going through the sordid mess that is my Pictures Folder, and stumbled across this collection of screen captures from late November last year. I was going to delete them, but then thought "Fuck it, I'm about nine posts behind" and threw them on to May-hem.
For a while during the festive season, there was a web-site called "Santabot.com" that ran a comment generator that gave the impression one could chat with Santa Claus online. This meant kids all over the world could chat with Father Christmas and request their presents. It also meant that Adults with bad hangovers and filthy foul moods could verbally abuse Saint Nick with random stupidity, It then do screen captures and email it to their work-mates who share the same juvenile sense of humour.
Here is a sample of my disturbing online conversation with a beloved Children’s Holiday Icon, and further proof I should not be allowed within fifty metres of a computer. I’m going to store them in my "What the Hell is wrong with me?" folder, click to enlarge the shots.
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For a while during the festive season, there was a web-site called "Santabot.com" that ran a comment generator that gave the impression one could chat with Santa Claus online. This meant kids all over the world could chat with Father Christmas and request their presents. It also meant that Adults with bad hangovers and filthy foul moods could verbally abuse Saint Nick with random stupidity, It then do screen captures and email it to their work-mates who share the same juvenile sense of humour.
Here is a sample of my disturbing online conversation with a beloved Children’s Holiday Icon, and further proof I should not be allowed within fifty metres of a computer. I’m going to store them in my "What the Hell is wrong with me?" folder, click to enlarge the shots.
2 Comments:
Somewhere deep in the heart of Norway there is a confused computer programmer.
The stupid, fat cunt retort really made me laugh.
Forgot all about Santa bot, I fed him some gibberish about Paris Hilton and something amazing happened. Like all the best things that happen, I forgot about it almost instantly, sucks.
Still not sure if it would beat the Elf castration comeback
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