When I was little my parents were divorced and we were supposed to spend one christmas with my dad in his apartment, and my brother and I completely freaked out because there was no chimney for santa, so in the middle of the night my dad had to call my mom and then load up the truck (tarp covering the back) and drive us 2 hours back to mom's house so santa could find us...

mom and dad say thats the night they started really talking again, and prompted them to get remarried

chimneys have always worked to my advantage
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Why is it that if someone tells you that there are 1 billion stars in the universe you will believe them,
but if they tell you a wall has wet paint you will have to touch it to be sure?