You're trapped in a broken down lift (elevator) with Superman, Father Christmas and the perfect man.
Who comes to the rescue?
None of them.
Are you tripping?
You're on your own! None of them exist!
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The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
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Father Christmas doesn't exist?
*sob*
Sadly not.
I wasn't blogging at Christmas, so I feel now is the right time to tell my vile Christmas joke. And it is vile. Look away now if you're likely to be offended.
A little girl goes to see Father Christmas.
"Hello, little girl," says Santa. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"Oh, Santa," says the wee girl, "can I have some hair around my vagina?"
Santa replies, "Will a little white beard do?"
hahahahaha nice, very nice... I shall tell my other half that one :D She'll appreciate it, as she is as horrible as I am!
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