‘Ooh, Star of Bethlehem, is it 4 o’clock on the nose godammit and we’ve still not had a (Christmas) sing song?’

Nothing could be finer than your lips on my vagina in the morrrrrrrrrrrrrr-ning.

Oh yeah. And today, pop-pickers, we’ll mostly be singy-songing along to Janice Dickinson‘s versh of ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’. Makes perfect sense you see.

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  1. It looks like something Buffalo Bill has made out of dead people’s skin. Except it didn’t rub the lotion in its body.

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