Yep, that's the guy I saw, ossifer! He was loading up our presents into a big red sack and cackling. Then he threw a lump of coal into my stocking, hopped into an El Camino with a dead reindeer strapped across the hood and took off.
Err... Why did I wait until February to file the report? Well, you see... He must have been really wasted, 'cause that lump of coal turned out to be the finest Moroccan hash I've ever sm- I mean... I kept forgetting. Anyway, you just hurry up and catch that sumbitch. And when you do...
Give him my number.
Thanks for the REPs, Ganja Claus!
~TS~