Their Fucking Santa

Their Fucking Santa always had with them a bag of poop that they would sometimes share. It might have been an astonishing exercise, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, magnificent. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop would be the thing that was selected.

Their Fucking Santa had a little monkey that they would occasionally throw. It would have been a fairly astonishing exercise, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is stunning. Remarkably, a little monkey is the thing to select.

Their Fucking Santa always had with them a can of Tango to eat. This could be considered a fairly exciting idea, to most, but not to the Santa, who felt that the idea was magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango was the item that was opted for.

Their Fucking Santa found a sword to sleep with. It might have been a new operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who assumed it would be awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a sword would be the item that was opted for.

Their Fucking Santa craved for a custard pie that they would eat. This seems to be a peculiar action, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who felt that this idea was awesome. Who would have imagined, a custard pie is the item to opt for.

Their Fucking Santa desired a stretchman that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It is a fairly astonishing idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who thought it was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a stretchman was the thing that was selected.