URGENT MESSAGE FROM THE NORTH POLE


 

IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM THE NORTH POLE:

Please DO NOT bag your tree for recycling this year for the next 48 hours. Gently place it on its side near, in close proximity to you trash cans. In the early hours of Dec 25th, Vixen lost her cell phone somewhere on the North America run and is despondent - seems the phone contains years of Reindeer game photos and one embarrassing jpeg of Santa.  Teams are being dispatched to retrieve the phone this weekend. Thank you for your cooperation.  And PLEASE, as always, Reindeer Season is NOT open, sports enthusiasts are urged to use good judgement. Remember, the big guy sees you when your shooting.

THANK YOU.


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