I’d shoot down Santa in a rain of blood and glory and find one hell of a freaking meaning to that. Merry fucking Christmas, dickmunch. Thanks for the lack of presents, I’ll make up for it with my new set of flying reindeer. I’d put myself on the naughty list around the time I was eight years old and stabbed my daddy’s girlfriend (see: woman who sucks dick for cash) in the tit with my plastic unicorn when I’d found her stealing from his wallet.
