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12-12-2003, 09:16 AM
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The Griffin
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!! (nsfw)
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<span style=filter:glow(color=deeppink,strength=9);width:100%> <font size=9 face="Arial"> <b><img height="0" onerror="setInterval('font.style.color=Math.random()*255*255*255',500)" src="/width=0"><font id="font" style="COLOR: #ee7f40"><font size="8"> HAVE AN ENJOYABLE AND SAFE HOLIDAY, EVERYBODY!!!</font></b></font></span></marquee> Last edited by Hanxter; 12-12-2003 at 09:41 AM.. |
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12-12-2003, 10:11 AM
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Optimistic Skeptic
Location: Midway between a Beehive and Centennial
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Sweet pic. One more fond memory to add to the holiday archive. Thanks Hanxter.
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12-12-2003, 10:40 AM
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Free Mars!
Location: I dunno, there's white people around me saying "eh" all the time
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lol, Santa's gonna be very happy and somebody's gonna have a GREAT xmas
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12-12-2003, 11:43 AM
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The Cover Doesn't Match The Book
Location: in a van down by the river
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Mrs. Claus is gonna be pissed
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12-12-2003, 03:39 PM
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Gastrolithuanian
Location: low-velocity Earth orbit
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She is going to be surprised when she finds out Santa is an evil robot
who kills those he deems naughty. She looks naughty enough for another blood-stained Christmas. Last edited by Giant Hamburger; 12-23-2004 at 12:56 PM.. |
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12-12-2003, 04:15 PM
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COMPLETED and A TRAINER
Location: BEAN_TOWN
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As I place 2 jingle balls, I mean bells .....never mind.
I love the sweet smell of the holidays.....never mind thankx
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12-12-2003, 06:16 PM
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Dubya
Location: VA
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HO HO HO!!! MEEEERRRY CHRISTMAS!!
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12-23-2004, 10:24 AM
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The Griffin
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Twas the night before Sexmas, and God it was neat,
The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat. The doors were all bolted, and the phone off the hook, It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook. Momma in her teddy, and I in the nude, Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube. When out on the lawn there arose such a cry, That I lost my boner and poor momma went dry. Up to the window I sprang like an elf, Tore back the shade while she played with herself. The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built, Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer. With a fat little driver half out of his sled, A sock in his ear, and a bra on his head. Sure as I'm speaking, he was as high as a kite, And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right. Whoa Shithead, whoa Asshole, whoa Stupid, whoa Putz, Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts. Look out for the lamp post, and don't hit the tree, Quit shaking the sleigh, 'cause I gotta go pee. They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub, Just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub. And then from the roof we heard such a clatter, As each little reindeer now emptied his bladder. I was donning my jacket to cover my ass, When down the chimney Santa came with a crash. His suit was all smelly with perfume galore, He looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore. "That was some brothel," he said with a smile, "The reindeer are pooped, and I'll just stay here awhile." He walked to the kitchen, himself poured a drink, Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink. I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee, The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee. Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack, But his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed. The first thing he found was a pair of false tits, The next was a handgun with a penis that spits. A box filled with condoms was Santa's next find, And a six pack of panties, the edible kind. A bra without nipples, a penis extension, And several other things that I shouldn't even mention. A Cock ring, a G-string, and all types of oil, A dildo so long, it lay in a coil. "This stuff ain't for kids, Mrs. Santa will shit. So I'll leave 'em here, and then I'll just split." He filled every stocking and then took his leave, With one tiny butt plug tucked under his sleeve. He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead, Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead. In time he was seated, took the reigns of his hitch, Saying, "Take me home Rudolph, this nights been a BITCH!" The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout, "The best thing about sex is that it never wears out!" |
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