After all the major privacy blunders in the past few years, by both private corporations and government agencies, this tongue-in-cheek warning isn’t likely to raise any eyebrows at all.
After all the major privacy blunders in the past few years, by both private corporations and government agencies, this tongue-in-cheek warning isn’t likely to raise any eyebrows at all.
That warning should come with an insantaty claus.
You’re really asking for it. 🙂
Rein(deer) in your aggression, or I shall sleigh you!
Ho-ho-hold on there. There’s snow reason to be so nasty, you know.
I can’t give you a break though, I’m worried you’ll Nick-le and dime me to death.
Bah, humbug. This is like the time my wife argued with our guide on a vacation. She said that it looked like it was snowing on the mountain we were looking at, but our Russian guide Rudi insisted that it was actually raining. I finally had to point out: “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.”
Well, considering how much I know about Santa-lore, I would consider giving up with a sigh-beria, but I’ll steppe up to the plate and continue.
Yes, don’t go yet(i), I’m just toying with you.
Well, Santa apparently makes some children happy, and the Jewish children sad. He’s popular though, because he wins the majority of the poles.
Forgot the bi-polar pun, oops! I’ll try to dancer around that one.
Don’t worry about the children, they can take care of thems-elves.
Donner about that….
Are you sure? You might want to check it. Twice.
I will, the next time I’m coming to town.
When you think about it, Santa’s database is the ultimate hacker target. It includes everything about you… not only whether you’ve been bad or good, but when you’re sleeping or awake too, something that neither Homeland Security nor the various commercial databases can even hope to match (yet, anyway).
Let’s hope that he doesn’t give his passwords to a Vixen with a big smile and a nice set of… Christmas ornaments. 😉
Or a Dancer, with a nice set of um, menorahs. (You say why I should bring up menorahs? Well, nobody can hold a candle to this dancer! 😉 )
Foul! You used “dancer” in the bi-polar entry!
🙁 I didn’t remember to red(nose) it!
I win, I win!
O come, all ye Grateful, Deadheads to the concert. O come, Grateful Deadheads, And camp in the street. Bring rolling papers, Don’t forget your sleeping bags. O come get us some floor seats, We’ve followed them for four weeks, O come get us some floor seats, To see the Lord. O come, all ye hippies, Throwbacks to the Sixties. Paint flowers on your van, And don’t wash your feet. Wear your bell-bottoms, And your tie-dye t-shirts. O come let us adore them, We’ve quit our day jobs for them, O come let us adore, them, Garcia’s the Lord.
— Bob Rivers, “O Come All Ye Grateful Deadheads”
I guess now that Jerry is dead, he’s grateful. 😉