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I set my minibar record last week. It was huge. We raided three of them. 2:30am walking the halls of the hotel with a pillowcase, going to each of our rooms and grabbing anything booze related out of the minibars and tossing them in the sack. I felt like santa when we walked into the party, except my Dancer and Prancer were two very attractive women I'm not allowed to sleep with. I don't know if Santa isn't allowed to sleep with his Dancer and Prancer, but I'm sure it's highly discouraged by the elf stable hands. You know, dipping your pen in the company ink and all that jazz. Plus there's the whole bestiality part of it, but Santa strikes me like the kinda guy whose views on sex transcend that sort of thing. Very open. Very GGG.

If Santa was a well known reindeer fucker, would parents discourage kids from accepting his gifts? Probably, right? I mean, it isn't like he's a shorteyes or anything, he's just down with the brown (fur). As long as the quality of his merchandise didn't degrade, and the deliveries were on time (i.e. no mid delivery pit stops to check Donner and Blitzen's oil) why would we not continue to love him? I know I would. I probably wouldn't ask for any second-hand husbandry related items, but then again, I probably wouldn't do that anyway.

I don't know, just something to think about.

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