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When I was little I sat on Santa's lap once.. until I felt something hard rise under his coat and heard him asked me:
Ho Ho Ho.. what do YOU want for Christmas son, a Jar of Vasoline?
Thats when I slapped the shit outta him, fell back into the Christmas tree, and after a quick wrestling match with his elves I got escorted out of the mall by security. :huh:
I got nothing but coal from fatboy and his little martian looking elves year ever since