On this day of days, I ask you, my adoring fans, to remember not just the Josh Groban records, delicious cookies and nogs, and stockings filled with whatfore. I ask you to recall that greatest gift of all -- the e'er sweet blood of the holy enigma Jesus. He died for you bastards, after all. Think about that while you're shining up your new porcelain buttplug tonight, nestled all snug in your bed with visions of Vin Diesel dancing in your head.

Merry Christmas, peasants.

Analogcabin @ 5:13 PM
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