I'm on the naughty list

Well, friends, it is Christmas of 2006 and once again I find myself on the naughty list. In hindsight, thinking back over the year gone by, I can understand why kindly old Mr. Kringle would choose to put me on his blacklist *again* but I thought I might as well explain why to people who only have seen me for brief spurts, where my image maintenance overdrive can compensate for my naturally malicious nature.

In retrospect, here are the things I shouldn’t have done this year, limited to what items I can remember.

• It was wrong of me to throw that annoying rich girl in the pool, stolen the insecure guy’s teddy bear, made out with that sleazy bike messenger and to have stolen the frat boy’s wallet. It was also wrong of me to cheat on the immunity challenges. But then, the greater wrong was going on that reality show in the first place.

• Knocked over that liquor store. Even though I never got caught. How was I to know that Santa doesn’t need charging papers or any other official evidence to prove my naughtiness? Apparently he just knows.

• Gotten in that fight with the window washer. Let’s be frank, he was a total ass. He totally deserved that shove I gave him and, really, the 15-story drop he would have had if he weren’t wearing that OSHA-mandated harness. Goody-effing-two shoes. You know he’s on the nice list.

• Peed on the mechanical bull. I was too drunk to be scared, and apparently too drunk to be continent, too.

• Broken up K-Fed and Britney. Yes, yes, you all thought I was doing you a favor until you saw where Brit started hanging out with Paris Hilton and not wearing panties. Those two walking venereal diseases deserved each other, and my machinations (producing and encouraging the K-Fed single “Popozao”) were apparently undertaken in a fit of misapprehension. And I inflicted “Popozao” on everyone in the U.S. for about a minute, which felt like an eternity, and for which I truly deserve punishment.

• My program encouraging trade protections for the national drug business. All I wanted to do was encourage the use of meth and pot manufactured by American farmers and chemists, who are suffering with all the cheap stuff flooding in from Mexico taking away their market share. Trying to get organic certification for American icky-icky was pretty silly, considering you smoke it anyway, and that's bad for you.

• Beating the "Yummo!" out of Racheal Ray. Frankly, I hope she got on the naughty list for cutting me with her sudoku knife. That finger reattached just fine, thank you.

• Encouraging those endangered humpback whales to beach. Who knew that you could use whalesong to get on the naughty list?

• Imported a couple of foreign ladies for unpaid brothel work. But they had free room and board and, hey, they are in America, best country in the mothertrucking world!!!

• Dismembering that hitchhiker. It’s not like I killed him and I figured this would go down as an anatomy lesson. But noooooo. Not in Santa’s book.

• Keeping that library book that the librarian didn't check out.

Look, Santa, things go back to zero come January, right?