Santa24 Dec 2019 14:03
So this fat man in a red suit sneaks into my kids bedroom to empty his sack. He didn't figure I'd be waiting. Oy Santa, where's my f**cking bike?
Ah numpty5 he says. Like he was expecting me all along. You don't want a bike. Well he's right about that. I married one, don't want another really.
You're so clever then Satan. I'm a bit dyslexic but he let it go. What do I want?
You want world peace, no famine or poverty and electricity for the whole planet.
Well, stone me. He's right about the electricity bit. That's why I invested my entire life savings into BMN obviously. Nothing to do with with the certainty of earning loads of wonga. Honest.
The lowest cost highest grade vanadium resources in the world. A vision to bring safe, reliable, non degrading large scale energy storage to both the undeveloped and developed world is your sole desire is it not?
Tell you the truth he's getting on my bl**dy nerves now and I'm thinking about twatting him one. But, I hold it together, he is Santa after all.
Yeah yeah Santa, that is my sole motivation I tell him.
He laughs. Ho ho ho. Are you not at all concerned with philanthropy?
Well collecting stamps is a muppets game if you ask me, but, I hate to admit it, he's getting to me a bit.
Well each to his own. You want to go train spotting or whatever, soldier on my son.
You are better than you believe he says. And do you know what? I actually felt like I was, I felt a connection with my fellow human beings. I felt good about my BMN investment not just because of the inevitable fortunes it will make me. But the greater good it will do to mankind.
And then he was gone.........
I feel quite bad about sneaking that iphone out of his sack now.