I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Mez's Christmas party. It was Hex who spiked the punch with too much whiskey. I can't help it if I drank 56 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like shit.

I thought it was funny when I put Meg's bra on my head and danced the merengue on the coffee table while singing `We Are The World'. I didn't mean to break Mez's DVD player and don't know why Mez would sue me for murder.

I don't remember calling X-D's wife a fuck sheep---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and black lipstick!

And when I threw up on Nell's husband's face, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my car through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fucking frog and have me arrested for rape!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all stupid and lame. And I'm really not to blame for any of this beautiful stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and motherfuckin' yours,
Skul (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 75 bucks!

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Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Away's Christmas party. It was Piggy who spiked the punch with too much milk. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like damp.

I thought it was funny when I put Snake's lederhosen on my head and danced the break on the water bed while singing `Fuck off and die'. I didn't mean to break Away's microwave and don't know why Away would sue me for necromancy.

I don't remember calling Santa's wife a strenuous kangaroo---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and gold lipstick!

And when I threw up on Hillary Clinton's husband's larynx, it was only because I ate too much of that potato salad.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my skateboard through my neighbor's chimney. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a promiscuous dingo and have me arrested for forgery!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all monotonic and squeaky. And I'm really not to blame for any of this omniscient stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and silently yours,
Väinämöinen (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only bucks!

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It always gets a little bit more demented around the holiday seasons!!!!

Can't think of a better thing to read every morning. Funniest comic EVER created.

I have the last few strips before Watterson retired it on the wall at work. They still make me laugh even after all those years have past... timeless!!!

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