Good, I guess.
hey hows ur day been
Gad woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of goat milk and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one hard box that looked like a guitar.
Suddenly, Gad noticed that SuperMeteor was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either. Gad thought that he would surprise him. Maybe even sneak up behind him and thrust him on his sexy anus. That always made SM dirty. Gad crept noisely down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its long lights, and the presents, heaped up quickly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and SM. Kissing someone. Gad was so angry, he picked up a table from a table and threw it quietly in the curry.
They both looked around.
"SuperMeteor, you spicy camel!" Gad yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Gad looked and then rubbed his testicles and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," SM said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a smelly kiss it
"Well, I suppose," Gad said overly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be sexy."
That seemed reasonable. Gad went down under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever. He made Gad's penis feel all sweaty.
"You see Indian?" SM said huskily, and Gad saw. So they went at it all night. Everybody's presents were late.
At least carrots have better eyesight than you (pun most definitely intended)
And how dare something as low as owls trying to say they're human BAD OWL, BAD
you'll be roasting a human then
God damn it you filled my wall with these shitty owls
not if i capture you and roast you
I can, actually
you can't decide that for yourself
not an owl tho