I'm just thankful it isn't ghey Tuesday. Shudder to think about the picture V might have posted.
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Speaking theoretically, it occurs to me as I ogle, drool and santafize(sic) over her derriere that should V ever decide to close CaptionThis, a series of lean, tight tushie shots would be an appropriate way to say "The End."
Jingle Bells to one and all, even the diurtbag resume spammer.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work; And filled all the stockings, then reached back with a jerk; And lifting her skirt, which at first was delightful; She let loose a fart so loud it was frightful; She then turned to me with a wink and a smile; And said "Whew, I've been holding that in for a while"; And laying her fingers aside of her nose; She did block her nostrils from the smell as it rose; She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle; And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; Then she exclaimed, words I struggled to catch; Merry Christmas to all, and next time light a match!
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Well; I for one know exactly what's "stirring..."
Waiting for Santa to come down her chimney.
Call me crazy, but I don't think it's her "stocking" that's gonna get stuffed this evening.
Mrs. Clause sure knows how to keep Santa "up" all night!
Merry Christmas to all my fellow monors. Hope you have a very merry day!
I'm beginning to understand how Rudolf's nose got that way.
I'm just thankful it isn't ghey Tuesday. Shudder to think about the picture V might have posted.
-OR-
Speaking theoretically, it occurs to me as I ogle, drool and santafize(sic) over her derriere that should V ever decide to close CaptionThis, a series of lean, tight tushie shots would be an appropriate way to say "The End."
Jingle Bells to one and all, even the diurtbag resume spammer.
Hey, even Santa's thong rides up sometimes, okay?
♩♪ Stuck in the middle with you ♫ ♬
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work;
And filled all the stockings, then reached back with a jerk;
And lifting her skirt, which at first was delightful;
She let loose a fart so loud it was frightful;
She then turned to me with a wink and a smile;
And said "Whew, I've been holding that in for a while";
And laying her fingers aside of her nose;
She did block her nostrils from the smell as it rose;
She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle;
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
Then she exclaimed, words I struggled to catch;
Merry Christmas to all, and next time light a match!
(Doing poetry parodies now, are we? So be it.)
And what happened next?
Well in Whoville they say
That the bimbo's fat ass
Grew three sizes that day.
Merry Christmas all, and many happy head explosions to come.
Some people leave Santa cookies, some leave pie...
Sandy found that she had been roofied by Keebler Fudge packing elves...
Santa has always been a fan of cookies and MILF.
Lucky Santa!
Naughty butt nice.
Finding the chimney flue impassible, Santa found a crack that he could slide into.
Her titties they swung by the chimney with care
In hopes that a dip stick would soon part her hair.
I knew Santa navigated the heavens to make his deliveries, but I didn't realize he made a pass at Uranus.
Is that where the coal comes from?
Best game of Hide The CandyCane EVER!!!
Great; now I have an unmitigated hankering for Christmas Goose...
Santa Claus is coming...
Army of Dad said...
Santa Claus is coming...
Uh, wrong tense?
"Now, where'd my candy cane go?"
Sometimes Santa gets cookies, and sometimes he gets tacos.
"Aha! *That's* where I left my mistletoe!"
Annie Clause really knows how to search for hidden presents!
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