Black mail!
Because if it did, we'd have sent foreign aid by now.
God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
Postbox.
Smiles. There is a mile between the first and the last letter.
An umbrella!
Because it **soots** him. Credit: Curious: The Tourist Guide
Because of the Ghost of Christmas Pasteurisation.
It's Christmas, Eve!
Black mail.