There were some things in life which most people believed. ‘Santa isn’t real.’ ‘No girl enjoys butt stuff.’ ‘Killing is bad.’ But not me. I believed the exact opposite of all those things. And you know what? I was happier for it. 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.
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