I went to visit Santa yesterday. He wasn't as nice as he usually is. He recognized me and then all he did was complain about how Mrs. Clause was shagging a much younger Santa. I felt sorry for him for a little while, and then I stopped feeling sorry for him when he tried to rub me like a jeanie lamp to make his sad empty feeling go away. Then he asked me what I was doing after visiting with Santa??????????????????? I tried to run away from him but he is pretty quick when he gets those boots off. I felt sorry for him so I accepted his invitation to .......... TO BE CONTINUED........
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