One note for people reading this. If you can't bear to imagine gruesome stuff, don't read it.
For My Christmas.
On the 1st day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Curse her to menopause quickly.
On the 2nd day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Make her eyes sore.
On the 3rd day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Burn her skin up.
On the 4th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Pump oil into her.
On the 5th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Make her eat shit.
On the 6th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Gouge her eyes out.
On the 7th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Squeeze all her organs.
On the 8th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Pull out her hair.
On the 9th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Sew up her asshole.
On the 10th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Pluck out her nails.
On the 11th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Cut her tongue off.
On the 12th day of Christmas, Santa Claus will do for me: Corrode her red lips.
Oh well. That is the best way to destress. Guess what. This cover of the cheerful Xmas song is unisex! hahahahahahahahaha.... Thanks for my grotesque imagery.


