Posted 25 October 2007 - 02:57 PM
It's Christmas Eve & Santa is up the pub with his chums. The clock strikes 9 and Santa makes to move, adding that he's off to work.
"No, Santa, stop & have another"
"No, I've got to go to work".
One of Santa's mates chimes in..
"Santa, you know I work as a mad scientist? Pop up the castle with me, I'll clone you off, we'll send the clone out on the rounds, and you can come back the the pub"
"OK".
So, they nip across to chummy's place, which is a castle on the top of the cliffs. (For added atmosphere, the clouds are rolling over and the lightning is forking down.)
Into the labs, and matey takes a syringe of Santa's blood and pops it in the machine.
After a few minutes, the machine stops shaking, the smoke clears, the door opens, and out pops the exact likeness of Santa.
But lo! Something is not right! instead of being sweet, and kind, and loving, the clone Santa is farting, belching, swearing and then begins to do rude gestures.
"O' Dear ", says Santa "I can't send him, he'll lose me my job".
So Santa leads the copy out onto one of the parapets, pushes him off, where he falls to his death on the rocks below.
Santa then sets off to do his rounds.
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Next morning Santa is back at the Grotto enjoying a hot cocoa before bed, when there is a knock at the door.
He answers it, to find a policeman standing there.
"Good morning sir, would you be Mr Santa Claus ?"
"Yes, yes I am. whats this all about?"
"Well, I'm going to have to arrest you sir"
"What on earth for, officer?"
"I've received an anonymous tip off that last night you made an obscene clone-fall..."
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