The Christmas Song

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, everybody was stoned, even the mouse. Her from the whore house, me from the jail, I just settled down to get a piece of her tail. When all of a sudden I heard such a clatter, I tripped on my d**k and busted my bladder! I went downstairs and what did I see?! A fat little red faget hangin' from a tree. He stuffed the stockings with reefers and beer, and a big fat hairy d**k for the family queer. That's the end of my story. Funny wasn't it, ya see? One, two, three, four, Santa can s*ck my d**k all day!