So here’s a break from the previous entry. Well I’m bored and lazy and can’t decide if I should go to the movies or stay in and watch a movie, so until I make up my mind, here’s a small Christmas story for all you out there, for whoever reads this blog, if there’s anyone reading this blog.
As in every story , there was a group of friends. Three was the number and female was their sex. The time was Christmas. The snow was falling magically from the sky and everyone was excited for the white Christmas that were just around the corner. The calendars were excited showing 21 of December, the fat weatherman was excited when he announced that there was going to be snow and the three friends, well, as every girl at their age, they were excited all the time for no specific reason.
“Christmas what a beautiful season. ‘Tis the season to jolly’” the newsman announced and then sighed. Santa Clause was preparing his sledge for another trip around the world and was still trying to molest Rudolph without Mrs Santa noticing. Everything was going perfect. The world was spinning fine and the three friends were about to go out and have fun.
“Tis the season to be jolly” the newsman said once again and the sound guy spat a green phlegm on his face because he was getting on his nerves. The girls, Mary, Barbie and Lindsay were ready to go out. And so they did.
A few drinks, dances and blowjobs later Mary started crying in the corner all by herself outside of the big venue where the friends were celebrating. “HOE HOE HOE” Santa’s voice echoed from the sky and everyone waved at him and he didn’t wave back.
“Like OMG…WTF happened Mary?” said Barbie. “Long story Barbie” Mary said letting out a long weep and wiping the snot that was hanging from her big eagle style nose.
Some drinks and hours later the friends separated and went home. RING RING. The phone rang at Lindsay’s house. RING RING. The phone rang again. RING MOTHERFUCKING RING. It rang again. Lindsay loved to listen to the phone ringing and never replying. RING RING. It rang again. Then a knock on the door. TOCK TOCK and RING RING. Lindsay answered the door. It was Barbie.
“Pick up your fucking fone we need to chat.” Said Barbie standing at Lindsay’s front porch and then disappeared in the night. RING RING the phone kept on ringing. Lindsay picked up her phone. “Hello, Lindsay speaking”. “Hey there Lindsay,” said the voice from the other end, “it’s your dad, I just wanted to grasp on the opportunity of this festive season and let you know that you’re adopted, that’s why you never received any presents from us on Christmas” Lindsay took a deep breath. “Oh dad what the f dad you’re such a moron, merry Christmas I love you. I’ll be around yours tomorrow.” “Okay sweetie I’ll see you tomorrow” said Lindsay’s dad and they hang up the phone.
RING RING. The phone rang again and this time was Barbie. “OMG WTF WERE YOU DOING?” Barbie sounded festive and horny. “Oh I was talking with my dad he told me I am adopted. Haha awesome. Did Mary screw that guy?” Barbie’s voice changed and became like Darth Vader’s "uh DUH...that's why she's crying now, because she has aids" and Lindsay exclaimed "OMG I want some aids for Christmas that's totally radical" and then the news presenter sang “tis the season blah blah” and Santa Clause got naked and everyone had a big party.
THE END
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