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| Well, one more SHIT Christmas to flush down the fucking toilet of life. FUCK, I hate little kids more every fucking year... | |
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| You're the one who wanted to be Santa Claus. Can't really blame anybody but yourself -- | |
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| Hey, FUCK YOU, BITCH! YOU'RE the one who pushed me into it because the idea of FUCKING SANTA CLAUS got you all WET! | |
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| Why, you fucking BASTARD! I was the only one who would TOUCH your fat, hairy, zit-ridden, cottage-cheese ASS, you FUCKER!!! | |
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| Santa -- I'm really your illegitimate son. You see, Mrs. Claus fucked a reindeer, and -- | |
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| Well, that fucking figures. But at least now I don't feel so guilty about humping Shelley Winters back in 1957. | |
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