2011-12-01
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#17 Morning - #20 Angel
I know Brian must have had a tough morning, when he calls and asks that I wait for him, wearing only my white angel wings and a smile.
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#5 Santa
“All I am saying Justin, is that sitting on the mall Santa’s lap for 28 minutes is just wrong not matter how hot he is.”
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#21 Holiday - #41 Mistletoe
It might be time for me to stock-up on some holiday lip balm, once I hear Justin ordering 20 pounds of mistletoe for Britin.
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Santa Claus
Gus hears rumbling down stair so he sneaks down and takes a peak and see’s his father in a Santa cap putting presents under the tree; Gus’s heart skips a beat as he thinks to himself “My Daddy is Santa Claus…”
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#2 Wrapping paper
Ripping open the condom wrapper, Brian spread his legs widely and whispered, "Merry fucking Christmas, Sunshine."
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#22 - Red
As he disposed of the Christmas-y red condom, Justin wondered how many licks it would take to get to the center of Brian's candy cane.