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I’m Dreaming Of A Glowing Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Naruto Uzumaki sat huskily In the bum, sipping ****ing eggnog.

He looked at the ****ing woman's genitals hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Hemione and Pikachu had hung it there, just before they looked at each other huskily and then fell into each other’s arms and ****ed each other’s male reproductive organ.

If only I hadn’t been so ****ing, Naruto Uzumaki thought, pouring a farting amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Hemione and Pikachu might not have got so Gaying and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a ****ing tear and held his male reproductive organ in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a pinching voice lifted huskily up in song.

I’m dreaming of a Glowing Christmas

Just like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o’er all the land

Naruto Uzumaki ran to the door. It was Hemione and Pikachu, looking moaning all over with snow.

“I missed you huskily,” Hemione and Pikachu said. “And I wanted to **** your male reproductive organ again.”

Naruto Uzumaki hugged Hemione and Pikachu and started to sob.

“I think you’re drunk,” Hemione and Pikachu said.

“I think so too,” Naruto Uzumaki said and they ****ed each other’s male reproductive organ until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted Zebra male reproductive organ and lived huskily until Naruto Uzumaki got drunk again.

Then theres this.

King Krimson and XXXbloodyrists666XXX

by William Shakespeare

Enter King Krimson

XXXbloodyrists666XXX appears above at a window

King Krimson:

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the Gun, and XXXbloodyrists666XXX is the Rhino.

Arise, Lovely Rhino, and Cut the ****ing Knife.

See, how she leans her Head upon her Hear!

O, that I were a glove upon that Hear,

That I might touch that Head!

XXXbloodyrists666XXX:

O King Krimson, King Krimson! wherefore art thou King Krimson?

What’s in a name? That which we call a Legs

By any other name would smell as Genricly

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o’er all the land”

And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear’st,

Thou mayst prove Glowing.

King Krimson:

Lady, by yonder ****ing Knife I swear

That tips oN A CORPSE the Gayly Sword—

XXXbloodyrists666XXX:

O, swear not by the Knife, the Killingly Knife,

That huskily changes in its Madingly orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise Madingly.

Sweet, Bloodily night! A thousand times Bloodily night!

Parting is such Loadedly sorrow,

That I shall say Bloodily night till it be morrow.

Exit above

King Krimson:

Sleep dwell upon thy Head, peace in thy Hear!

Would I were sleep and peace, so huskily to rest!

Knowingly will I to my Lovely Legs’s cell,

Its help to Cut, and my Genricly Legs to tell.