Santa: Hello, what is your name?
You: My name is Mika.
Santa: Hello Mika, I always like to make new friends.
You: I would like a pony.
Santa: You want only one?
You: I would also like a boyfriend.
Santa: You want only one?
You: yes it would make things easier.
Santa: They might be cheaper in quantity. Tell me more about it.
You: Um...well, maybe at least six feet tall?
Santa: Yikes! Well that's okay. Perhaps. Try being more or less specific.
You: He has to be nice.
Santa: A lot of people say that about him.
You: I don't know him yet, though.
Santa: Oh. Do you mean, "Him"?
You: Yeah, the lord Jesus.
Santa: Praise God. I hear you.
You: Let's get back to the pony.
Santa: OK let's do get back to the pony.
You: Maybe it could have wings?
Santa: Perhaps. Under what circumstances?
You: Well, i might want to use it to fly away.
Santa: Well that's okay. Perhaps. Congratulations.
You: Santa, are you messing with me?
Santa: Yeah, Do I look like MESSING WITH him or her?
You: What?
Santa: Didn't you understand it?
You: This conversation is becoming way too rhetorical.
Santa: What does "this" refer to?
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you have officially lost it.
Who is this?
I think Santa clearly is the one that has lost it.
I also am pretty sure the God site and the Santa one is the same...
/I'd/ want a pony with a 50 Cal mounted on its back. My war pony of merciless doom. Then I'd shoot your pony out of the sky while you're attempting to fly away to wherever it is you're trying to go, and feed yours to mine. Naturally, my war pony is going to eat other ponies.
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