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Money’s short,

Things are hard…

Here’s your Fucking Xmas card!

 

T'was the night before Christmas

And all though the house,

Everyone felt shitty

Including the mouse…

 

Mom at the whore house,

Dad smoking grass…

I had just settled into

A nice piece of ass,

 

When out on the lawn,

I heard such a clatter,

I sprung from my piece

To see what was the matter

 

There, out on the lawn

I saw this big dick

I knew in a moment

It must be St. Nick

 

He came down the chimney,

Like a bat out of hell

I knew in a moment

That the fucker had fell

 

He filled all our stockings

With pretzels and beer…

And a big rubber dick

For my brother the queer!

 

Then he rose up the chimney

With a thunderous fart

(The son of a bitch

Blew the chimney apart)

 

He swore and he cursed

As he split out of sight:

Piss on you all

Have a hell of a night!”

 

“Why do we close our eyes when we; kiss, dream, and sleep? Because the most beautiful things in life are better seen with our eyes shut"