Uncle Ranter's Cosy Thoughts

Had a little bit of playing with Santa today and it's a mighty peculiar feeling being all dressed up in the suit ,beard, wig etc.  whilst the young school children hide in the corners scared stiff of the terrifying old man leering at them from a decrepit armchair. Still it does have the height advantage of being able to mutter meaningless platitudes to the little darlings whilst getting a level eyefull of the gorgeous thighs attached to the teachers and their helpers. Unforunately the spectacles provided with outfit kept steaming up so it was impossible to render my full appreciation of the various titties but I'm sure they more than matched the hips and arses on display. It now becomes a matter of regret that in discussion with my careers master at school I opted for War Criminal instead of Infant and Junior Teacher . ( Note that I avoided secondary teacher as the women seem to become more ugly as the move up the school grades)
As I've been impressed into this Santa thing I've had to take the grandchildren to school by car and so haven't the opportunity to trace any more orange turds although I thought I'd seen one the other night when taking my dog Reestarse for a walk. Unfortunately the dog was attempting to shag a community officer's leg at the time and although he ( the plastic plod) appeared to be enjoying it  I dragged the hound away before getting a bill for trouser  dry cleaning purposes and didn't have time to check the excreta out.
Back to normal tomorrow so I can catch up on the latest apparel of the tatooed titties that pass for young mothers around here and perhaps have groan at the teacher who allows my offspring to learn about Diwali and Sita. I wouldn't mind if they taught the advantages of soft porn as it does at least have broader range than the festival of fricking light and an Indian cleaning company.