Santa, NIGHTMARE JUICE!
Where am I? How did I get in here? Please, you have to help me….I’m SANTA!
heh heh heh. seriously I need to score some fucking blow.
heh heh heh get it?????
So, c’mon friend…just a little bunny slope on Santa’s other special nail. Just need a little pick me up to get through this run.
Santa doesn’t have a cocaine problem; maybe you’ve got a fucking problem.
Don’t worry children, Santa will never die. He just regenerates into another form.
But never a woman or person of color.
Sorry I’ve been away, kids. Santa’s been making….plans for the future.
I’M HERE AND READY FOR THE SEXTEE - wait, whuuut? Oh, shit.
Santa needs a new gig.
Santa’s not sure he can live with himself after yesterday, kids.