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| Dear Santa�s Special Elf-Slut, Good Grief. You are a one sick bastard! Equating Hot-Sex, Rudolph and Kris Cringle? Have you gone mad! I shutter to think what happens on Easter Sunday ~ That poor pink bunny rabbit. I may not be the best qualified for this line of work but I have been told that the very essence of Santa symbolizes decency, youth and purity, which you are tainting with seedy Candycane lovemaking. You have polluted the notion of Christmas. I was just on my merry merry way to the mall to park my good's on Santa�s lap for an hour or two, you know, give him my list in person, when �Ho Ho Ho� your tale of red lit chimney love �danced� in my head. Now all I can think about is; what�s under those Crimson red suspended briefs? There go my hopes for a Red Rider BiBi gun! (In a Dior Holster of course) Thanks a lot! Here�s my advice: a frigid affair with one �Frosty the Snowman�. That should cool you off where it counts. Otherwise, let me know what you got for Christmas. Signed: fegolicious �gonna find out who�s naughty or naughtier� fego |
| Todays Topic: "Down the Chimney with Care..." The Santa Scandal |
| Dear fegolicious, Ever since Thanksgiving night during sex I have been fantasizing about Old Saint Nick slipping me a special �Santa' package (if you know what I mean). He comes down my chimney � and gives me one hell of a good old-fashioned homemade present. The most bizarre part of this fantasy is the red light shining through my window, which I have come to realize is Rudolph pulling a �Peeping Tom�. Not only am I disgusted with myself for wanting to be made love to a really old white-haired bearded fat guy that wears plush red velvet, I am appalled at the mere fact that it makes me organism like I never have before. Should I seek therapy? I can�t wait till Christmas!!! Signed: Santa's Happy Helper |
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