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Sarah:Isn’t she a little, um, small? For his Night Stalker? Unless she uses those little arms to pull out his most recent kidney stone. Merry Christmas! It’s a calcification in your urethra!
Candy: What the fuck, people? Look, if the sexes had been reversed, that pixie thing would’ve made a barely satisfactory dildo. How in the hell is the nookifying supposed to work in this case? He diddles her with a lubricated Q-tip? She swims up his ass and tickles his prostate? Inquiring minds want to know.
Wait, scratch that, they DON’T.
Sarah:Ah, yet another reason to be glad I converted to Judaism six years ago. I don’t ever have to worry that one day, I’ll wake up, and Thor the Vacant-Eyed Cookie Thief will be lounging in his altogether under my tree.
I don’t think Thor needs a cookie that big, either.
Candy: Man, if I found that under my Christmas tree, I’d run for a shotgun. Not that I own a shotgun, but the thought of something like that lurking in my house is making me itch to buy one.
Sarah:Merry Christmas! There’s a teeny little dead guy perched by his man titties, dangling in your sock.
Candy: Nothing says “CHRISTMAS SPIRIT” like miniature corpses and midget necrophilia.

12.25.05 at 09:54 AM |