I have to post it. LOL!
This was sent to my husband in his facebook account. It is a letter from the three wise men.
Amiguito boricua:
We write the Three Kings. Usually you who let us letters on the eve of our celebration, calling as usual at the last moment, the gifts you wanted that fat bastard Santa Claus will bring but that did not appear the next morning. That's us, the screwed up leftovers, the kings of the accessories.
A Santa you ask the wrist, and us their clothes. And another thing: I know at least the name of one of Santa's deer (I bet that "Rudolph"), but never have submitted interest in knowingbehalf of our camels (in case: Tony, Paquito and Noel).
But, as we come to bring toys and gifts with love. Instead, let us pendejas three boxes of grass. "Damn .... Did not you think that camels can eat straight from your backyard? Everyone is obsessed with feeding the camels screwed up, and we, the Kings, we jodamos. We have to eat the scraps left on the eve of the feast. The carcass and belly fat cookies and leave them, us, that we mark the third world, leave us the hell out of that grass. When they pass the three in the morning, we drive pica hunger and began to eat the grass fucked camels. What we ask is that, even if we let the grass on a plate.
If humiliation is to eat grass, the worse it's a shoe box, dammit.
But that's not the reason for this letter. We warn that we can not visit you next year because we are in prison. The problem occurred at the airport. You know we do not have flying sleigh and deer, but three old camels whose names I hope you've learned. Camels and we travel by boat by plane. This time we arrived in good time, because every year is a boxing deal with customs fucked and fucked and did not understand the government's holiday schedule, as we present ourselves well in advance. But we could not leave the fucking airport.
few years ago, we made the hard thing for us Arabs. The Incu bastard suddenly shouts:
"Bomb!"
And here's where the thing is screwed .....
crical was formed such that it seemed they had announced a possible shutdown of gasoline. Everybody started running hysterically. Gave an ad and closed the airport. We did a full inspection, full well, painful. So we checked in the ass. Then I found some fruit that had not reported to agriculture and I also screwed me. Puñeta It happens because of you that keep us something decent to eat. Now we are well screwed up in jail. I hope you understand. Another year will be!.
Congratulations,
Three Kings
PD. Send us a decent dand eat at the prison. Ah ... and not worry about the grass. Here there with guts.
Horrors Sorry if it is grammatical but I walk with a bit of a hurry. P
do everyone a Happy Three Kings Day.
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