A long time ago, on a magical night, I met drunken Santa Claus. He filled our night with Christmas jeer and left in a puff of urine-scented vapour.
They say, if you listen real closely, on a dank winter’s night, you can hear him vomiting on himself.
A long time ago, on a magical night, I met drunken Santa Claus. He filled our night with Christmas jeer and left in a puff of urine-scented vapour.
They say, if you listen real closely, on a dank winter’s night, you can hear him vomiting on himself.