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On one hand you have some guy getting a second degree nailing to a wooden cross, and somewhere down the line it gets mixed with the idea that his brith should be signified by a fairy tale...
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| I Are Being Nailed To An Wooden Object | |
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The fairytale of some fat red wanker delivering presents down the HOLE of your chimney for your little kiddies...They say never talk to strangers, or take sweets off strangers...
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| I Are Delivering Presents To Thine Kids | |
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Yet they'll tell you that there's some fat loveable **** coming once a year who NOBODY has seen, and that HE'S allowed to tresspass in your home and give you sweets and presents... GOD I LOVE SANTA!
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