HELLO ALL,

First, I'd like to say thank you to everyone for their great efforts in putting on our recent college football telecast. But more importantly, I'd like to talk to you about something that's near and dear to every sportscaster: balls.

Ike, when I wake up in the morning, the first thing I think of (and which always brings a smile to my face) are your balls. I think of how fuzzy they feel when they slap against my chin. Tiny Mike, they may be small, but your balls are so cute when you rub them on my palm while you diddle some small animal. Les, your swollen balls are perhaps my favorites. I've never known anyone who actually has three. That's 50% more lovin' for me!

I feel better having shared my enthusiasm for those six...no, seven little lumps of love. I look forward to many more cheeksful of your furry, potent, sexy sacks. In fact, that's what I'm going to call you three from now on: the Sexy Sacks!

Ta-ta,
Your Sportscaster

MORNING ANCHOR:

I'm so glad you're my slut.
Kiss-Kiss,
Tommy

LES,

Thank you for last night's three hours of sloppy butt-fucking. Even with your miniscule peter, you still managed to make me walk funny today.
Smooch,
One of the Photographers

LES,

You're so cute. I want to pick you up by your nads and drop you into my cleavage. I'd carry you around like a Beanie Baby. Would you like to be my BONER Baby? I know more than one way to make a chair rattle.

Speaking of which, I have another fantasy about you....I want you to take me from behind after I eat three cans of lima beans. I'll fart so hard, your poor pecker will land in five places, and look like globs of deviled ham.
Huzzah,
Cheri

STUFF MY STOCKING(s):

Hello, all....It's Ike, or as I'd like to be called from now on, Priscilla. As you all know, the holiday season is upon us, and it appears that the big fellas at our company won't be giving us a Christmas bonus this year.

DO NOT DESPAIR! Priscilla, your whipping bitch, is here to save the day! I invite everyone to play Santa and "come down my chimney." Let your chestnuts roast on my firey open mouth. Allow me to light up your yule log. Let me jingle your bells. Tie mistletoe around your naked waist and let Priscilla go to kissin'! Let me wrap your package with my curvaceous buttocks and take you on a REAL s-lay ride! Priscilla knows what she wants for Christmas, and it's called a baloney pony! Let me rim your sphincter until everyone calls my Rudolph the Brown-Nosed Reindeer! Let's make it a silent night, corn-holey night! Like Frosty the Snowman, I want your hard manhood to go thumpity-thump-thump in my steamy bunghole. After a little while with Priscilla, you can truly say you've had a "Blew Christmas!" And then, fill my mouth with a cupful of your warm eggnog, while the pudding drips from my phiggy sphincter!

All my Jewish friends, please swing by and spin my dreidel! Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with YOURS I want to play! Instead of Ramadan, let's celebrate Ram-a-Dong! I don't want to leave anyone out...I want everyone IN! Let's be Kweer for Kwanzaa!

Let me know when you're available, and I'll pencil you in. you may not get a Christmas bonus, but I'LL get your Christmas BONERS!
Hot Holiday Hugs,
Ike/Priscilla

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