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12-25-2006, 05:17 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Full-Time Hellion
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: PA
Posts: 1,531
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The Night Before Christmas
The Night before Christmas
Christmas Eve, Santa was readying his sleigh for a fvck with me And Angelina Jolie. His sleigh piled high With dildos and handcuffs He steadied his already giddy reindeer. With a minute to spare he hopped in his sleigh. His erection Urging him faster and faster he arrived in South Philly. In bed Angie and I lay. Patiently waiting for Santa to come and play. We heard him in the chimney shimmying his way down. dressed in our skin and nothing else, we greeted Santa at the fire place. He grabbed one of us In each his arms and lead us to the sofa. where he fondled and licked til Angie complained “I’m too dry.” Santa reached into his beard felt around for some lube, stroked her insides til she cooed in delight. Seeing that she was content, he pressed my clit with his tongue and found his Christmas present hiding in his Christmas dinner.
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12-25-2006, 06:43 PM | #9 (permalink) |
snickers
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: detroit
Posts: 2,194
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hahahahahaha most of that doesn't even rhyme!!!!!
God that was some sick shit! He's like 400 lbs dude, at least the poem Crowe made was alright, Mrs. Claus might be decent to look at.
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12-25-2006, 08:17 PM | #10 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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this..is teh ****tiest **** evar
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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