Letter From Santa.

Dear UFO debunkers and UFO researchers.

I have been watching you very closely to see if you have been good
this year, and since you have, I will be telling my cybernetic
biological entities to make some goodies for me to leave under your
huge pile of twinkie wrappers at Christmas.

I was going to bring you all the gifts from the "Twelve Days of
Christmas," but we have had a little problem up here on Neptune. The
Twelve Fiddlers Fiddling have all come down with VD from fiddling with
the Ten Ladies Dancing.  The Eleven Lords a Leaping have knocked up
the Eight Maids of Milking, and the Nine Pipers Playing have been
arrested for doing weird things. And the Four Calling Birds, Three
French Hens, Two Turtle Doves, and the Partridge in a Pear Tree have
me up to my ass in bird shit.

On top of all this, Mrs. Claus is going through menopause, eight of my
reindeer are in heat, the elves have joined the Gay Liberation, and
some dumb-ass has scheduled Christmas in Iraq for the 5th of February.

Sincerely,

Santa.

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DisK LAMEr :
There's a tiny present in ABUF.