There was a naked jock on my bed and a thing with tentacles coming out of my toilet. One of these things did not belong, and if you tell me that it was the naked jock, you shouldn't be reading this story.
Ooh!_ Willy pipes up. __aybe he'll write a story about Santa and Mrs. Claus getting caught with their pants down with other people. If we get lucky, maybe he'll kill-___on't finish that sentence, elf.___andy, you're such a spoilsport. You can't say you haven't conjured up that scenario in your big head a time or a dozen. Continue. Maybe I'll write that story.___o, you won't. Your idea of a good story is nothing but sex, sex, and more sex. You'd never make it through writing a chapter because you'd have to stop and jerk off a half dozen times.___w! Not about Santa and Mrs. Claus. Yuck,_ Willy comes back at him with a sour look on his face. __hat's not even funny, Randy.
Blake the Rogue Reindeer & His Cocky Human
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Ooh!_ Willy pipes up. __aybe he'll write a story about Santa and Mrs. Claus getting caught with their pants down with other people. If we get lucky, maybe he'll kill-___on't finish that sentence, elf.___andy, you're such a spoilsport. You can't say you haven't conjured up that scenario in your big head a time or a dozen. Continue. Maybe I'll write that story.___o, you won't. Your idea of a good story is nothing but sex, sex, and more sex. You'd never make it through writing a chapter because you'd have to stop and jerk off a half dozen times.___w! Not about Santa and Mrs. Claus. Yuck,_ Willy comes back at him with a sour look on his face. __hat's not even funny, Randy.
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