She worked her butt, too.
But it was on the principal's joystick and whatever else he pointed at and told her to straddle.
It's not fair.
I told you to take the low road.
No.
I wasn't going to use blackmail to get a job I clearly deserved.
It's not supposed to work like that.
Welcome to the wonderful world of disappointment.
The good news is, you're the young, hot one.
Wow, this new beard is nice.
Not too itchy, very lifelike.
None too soon, because the old one was starting to get a little gamey.
Well, it was attached to your mouth, and that area gets a lot of holiday traffic.
After a couple of hot chocolates and a taffy apple it starts to look like a poodle's ass.
I'm glad I sprung for the deluxe one.
It says on the label, it's the facial hair preferred by most Santas, Father Times and ZZ Top tribute bands.
Meanwhile, I got to put on that same ratty elf costume with the green tights and a tiny shirt.
Thank God I've got shapely legs and confidence.
Are you angling to be Santa again?
Lord no.
I'm still trying to get over the sting of last year.
All them kids coming up to me talking about
"Santa ain't black, Santa ain't black."
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