12-20-2018, 08:35 PM
Dear Mrs. Clause
I know it gets old having the old man farting around the house every fucking day of the year except for one. I just bet you can't wait for him to get his hairy stinky ass out that door and takes those smelly bitching and complaining reindeer for their yearly run. All they do is shit every wheres and nobody knows like you what that looks like in the goddamn snow day after day.
So I have an idea. Why don't you get on a bus or a plane or just hop on one of those pistons Santa uses to get his jollys off on and bring that cute little heart shaped bike seat down to my place this year. Sure we could have some laughs by the fire maybe later go out and make some snow angels in the hay.
The fatman has fucked me for the last time and now I can only ask you to join the party. At least I won't be staying up all night waiting for him anymore and getting fucked wont feel so bad.
Anyways hope you are well and if any of those little beasts called "elves" start driving you crazy with all their gay gatherings and caroling day in day out night and day, just remember me and knock one of those fucks up side his little head and mail him to your lover maggot. I could use him to shovel off a path to my oil tank.
Thank you, your humble servant and confidant.
Maggot.
I know it gets old having the old man farting around the house every fucking day of the year except for one. I just bet you can't wait for him to get his hairy stinky ass out that door and takes those smelly bitching and complaining reindeer for their yearly run. All they do is shit every wheres and nobody knows like you what that looks like in the goddamn snow day after day.
So I have an idea. Why don't you get on a bus or a plane or just hop on one of those pistons Santa uses to get his jollys off on and bring that cute little heart shaped bike seat down to my place this year. Sure we could have some laughs by the fire maybe later go out and make some snow angels in the hay.
The fatman has fucked me for the last time and now I can only ask you to join the party. At least I won't be staying up all night waiting for him anymore and getting fucked wont feel so bad.
Anyways hope you are well and if any of those little beasts called "elves" start driving you crazy with all their gay gatherings and caroling day in day out night and day, just remember me and knock one of those fucks up side his little head and mail him to your lover maggot. I could use him to shovel off a path to my oil tank.
Thank you, your humble servant and confidant.
Maggot.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.