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Santa got us workin' in the cold, not a single fireplace in that **** factory. He don't even feed us: we eats polar bear leftovers, penguin flesh and such. Ask for a break and get stomped by reindeers and such. not a day of vacation, not a one. The houses be made o' candy but we ain't got no dental either, so eatin' that would **** us. This fat white ape is a bad bad man, lord ain't that the truth, ol' Saint Nick is a total ****
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Santa: Elf Slaves
Santa got us workin' in the cold, not a single fireplace in that **** factory. He don't even feed us: we eats polar bear leftovers, penguin flesh and such. Ask for a break and get stomped by reindeers and such. not a day of vacation, not a one. The houses be made o' candy but we ain't got no dental either, so eatin' that would **** us. This fat white ape is a bad bad man, lord ain't that the truth, ol' Saint Nick is a total ****
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
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