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| It's true, Santa. While you were delivering presents to children around the world, I was having hot, sweaty sex with Mrs. Claus! | |
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| But why? You were always such a good little boy! | |
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| It was the apple cider.. it went to my head. And Mrs. Claus... well, I've always had a thing for older women. | |
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| Hmph! Well, don't expect anything except coal in your stocking next year, young man! | |
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| Okay, you can come out now... he's gone. | |
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| Thanks for covering for me, man. He'd fire my ass if he knew about me and his missus. | |
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