For hundreds years people have wondered where Santa goes during the summer. Most assumed he and his elves were busy building toys up in the North Pole. Various sightings suggested he had a vacation home in Hawaii. Well, mystery solved. Sorry to say, I found the fat bastard drunk and filthy sleeping on a park bench in Central Park on Saturday. I truly hope no children saw what I saw.
Strolling through the park I saw this man enjoying the beautiful day with his best friend.
At the Met everyone was enjoying the sculptures. This guy spent a little too much time looking at this particular one. Probably reminded him of a long lost love.
Me in an odd mirror sculpture
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