The only time I was black was when I chased Santa down a chimney at Hugh Hefners house.
I knew for sure he wasn't giving the presents that night.
Ol' Santa got a BJ.
All I got was OJ.
And he killed my wife.
I knew for sure he wasn't giving the presents that night.
Ol' Santa got a BJ.
All I got was OJ.
And he killed my wife.
1 comment:
There must be one black guy amongst you. Or are you an all white group of pimply pubescent boys.
I'm glad I still believe in Santa, at least he cums once a year and he gets around da neighbourhood. Lots of people have him cum in to their rooms at night. I know he would not hurt children, and give me the biggest gift wraped and place it firmly beneath my sheets in our festive traditions. He is not a relative dressed up he is a kind man, with a marriage about to fall apart, who helps the elderly like myself. I get the wrapping off by tearing it apart with my teeth and he knows what I want, just a big banana made of papier mache, filled with sweeties. He cums thru the bathroom window. And I give grass for the dears, and am fast in bed with the rolly polly man. Feds suspicious look thru ventians and with over active imaginations, imagine more gifts were given to me with adult only labels than all the others on Santa's rounds, cauze I can speak in many languages and tongues and know how to read instructions to operate battery run machinery, and write thanx santa letters after the night is over. Cum next year I'll be ready and put on a good spread for ya. With a bigger clump of grass for all ya dears. Truelly Xmas is an exciting time waiting for a complete stranger to cum into your room, at my place.
I am the same person as who asked you out, can you tell? I know I change my name constantly but the idea is still the same. I still love grossness in the youth, and am sure desperate boys do like me a little, if only for my polite intentions. Attention is better than going to the prostitute out of sheer despair.
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