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Mrs. Claus left me 'cause I got Elf syphilis! How do you like that? I'm ruined! I'm ruined! Look at these pustules! Santa's little workshop is out of business and you can make you're own damn presents! The horror! The horror!
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1.Unwrapping the Yule log
ReplyDeleteNo! No! No!
ReplyDeleteNaughty is the new Nice!
ReplyDeleteNo one knew Santa had such a small package.
ReplyDeleteSanta avoids his Christmas deliveries - by choosing jail instead!
ReplyDelete"Look, everybody....it's Santa Balls!
ReplyDeleteBecause of being in the North Pole for so long and the new medication Cialis. Santa had no choice but to show off his new package this year.....
ReplyDeleteJingle THESE bells people!
ReplyDelete(And come to my Caption This http://canubapartofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/caption-this.html
to have more chances to win after playing here at Crotchey's!!!)
"You better watch out, ya better not cry, but ya'd better put out, I'm telling you why, Santa Clause is coming to you!"
ReplyDeleteOh...My....God.... Santa has a VAGINA!
ReplyDelete"On Dancer, On Prancer, On Flasher and..."
ReplyDeleteFor years we've wondered if it was boxers, briefs, or commando. Now we know and we really wish we didn't...
ReplyDelete"Does this look like herpes to you? I think it's herpes."
ReplyDeleteTell me what you'd use to wrap this up with..
ReplyDeleteRibbon or bow?
Maybe both?
After seeing this, Heather decided she didn't want to sit on Santa's lap anymore.
ReplyDeleteShe also decided she didn't want to know what Santa's definition of "naughty" or "nice" was either!
Tis better to give than to receive.
ReplyDeleteSanta Clause is coming IN town.
ReplyDeleteThe worst part. Mistletoe belt.
ReplyDeleteOh my God! A hairy, pink elf!
ReplyDeleteChristmas in New York!
ReplyDelete"So, uh, who wants to sit in Santa's lap now?"
ReplyDeleteMrs. Claus left me 'cause I got Elf syphilis! How do you like that? I'm ruined! I'm ruined! Look at these pustules! Santa's little workshop is out of business and you can make you're own damn presents! The horror! The horror!
ReplyDeleteAlso I said ''you're'' instead of ''your'' but you get the idea.
ReplyDelete"So Do Ya Think The Stripes On My Candy Cane Are On The Right Way?"
ReplyDeleteI'll have a blue balls Christmas without you.
ReplyDeleteSilver Balls, Silver Balls...It's Christmastime in the city.
ReplyDeleteWho would have guessed that the carpet didn't match the drapes?
ReplyDeleteDoes this Santa coat make my package look fat?
ReplyDelete"I got Blue Balls hanging from this Christmas TREE!
ReplyDeleteCome on..give it to me..I need EC credtis!!
Have yourself a merry little Christmas penis...
ReplyDeleteJingle Balls, Jingle Balls - Santa's on his way!
ReplyDeleteEver wonder what Santa does the other 11 months?
ReplyDeleteThe pressure of the holiday season has finally gotten to Santa...
ReplyDeleteChildren, don't ever sit on Santa's lap and tell him you want a "big surprise".
ReplyDeleteEve
Santa finally proves that he really does come but once a year.
ReplyDeleteSanta Claus is "coming' to town!
ReplyDeleteExcuse me, but can you help me find my North Pole!
Santa is on the naughty list...he was into the eggnog!!!
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