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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the , house, the drunkards were yelling, obnoxious on sauce. When out on the lawn, I heard such a clatter, I bolted my door to be safe from the matter. The breasts of my daughter slipping out of her top gave me the fear I could soon be grandpop. Ma with her Xanax and my son slinging dope, left me to know we had no more hope....When down through the chimney came a Jolly old Elf, but he just shook his head as he examined our wealth. No toy train or dolly will satisfies these, he said clutching his chest and fell to his knees. We hurried for shovels out in the shed. We buried St. Nick and Christmas is dead.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 23:06:12 +0000

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