It was the day before Christmas and all though the town, I was looking around for someone without a frown. I decided to cheer the bunch up, with a Christmas story I had just made up. It made no sense, but they didn't care. Cuz it was about Santa clause at the Jefferson county fair.
I said to them all, "look here, bitchs" And one replied "just let us be free" I said "fuck no! and listen me"
The story begins
Santa rolled in his pimped out slay, saying "ho ho ho, get outa my way"
He jumped out and said to the eight camels at the front of he's slay "I'll be back later, and stop being so gay!" He walked to the gates and walked right through. He felt something on his boot, it was a pile of poo. Santa saw lots of animals and rednecks alike, riding around on their tiny motorbike. He smelled something wonderful, like chocolate mixed with diabetes.
It was a deep-fried Oreo that goes by the name 'mammas sweeties.' He had to try one for him self, and take one home for his favorite elf.
It was 4.99, plus tax, but he had no money do he thought of some vicious acts. Late at night, he snuck in and stole them all, but as he ran out he had a great fall. He got mud on his best suit and broke he's favorite flute. Santa soon gave up the thug life for a nice job as a 'mail man.' And from this job he got a wonderful tan.
The End
