I'm being a bit generous here and since I didn't give any of these fine, upstanding citizens anything for the Christmas holidays, I'll give them a few belated gifts. I hope they enjoy them.
Mr. President: For you Mr. Rogaine failure, in lieu of recent events, I give you a one year subscription to Match.com and an official facebook profile.
Mr. Corbin: Like your party, you have no idea where you’re headed so I'm giving you a compass.
Mr. Ramjattan: Gillette Fusion.
Mr. Sharma: Rosetta Stone, hopefully you’ll finally learn English.
Hamilton Green: Dinner for two at Pon Kai restaurant with with the love of your life, Beulah Williams. Misery does love company after all.
Freddie Kissoon: For you Mr. Scholar, I give you the gift of a barber and a PPP type promise that your Ice Cream won’t melt anymore.
Mr. Luncheon: A lawn mower, as Mr. Ramjattan’s razor won’t work on your facial lawn.
Carl Singh: A backbone and some integrity.
Alan Fenty: A year supply of tic tacs and Listerine.
Shonette Moore: For you precious darling, a horse hair so that you can finally remove that hideous wart ... i mean mole on your face.
Petamber Persaud: A visit to Nalini’s, maybe they’ll be able to slap that hairstyle off your head or maybe just slap you.
Charmaine Blackman: A collection of your ‘songs’ so that you can finally listen to yourself and hear how horrible you actually sound.
Michael Younge: A hard, large probing object.
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