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I beat up Santa I beat up Santa because he said i was bad. he told me i was on he naughty list. so on Christmas eve i climbed the tree. I hide just to see if that fat man Was going to bring me toys. There he was just as i looked. out came a bag of coal for me. I jumped up and dropped kick like I was in the WWE. Put a headlock on him until he passed out. I took his hat a award for me. And as i went to bed I yelled Hay fat man don't mess with me.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
I beat up Santa
I beat up Santa I beat up Santa because he said i was bad. he told me i was on he naughty list. so on Christmas eve i climbed the tree. I hide just to see if that fat man Was going to bring me toys. There he was just as i looked. out came a bag of coal for me. I jumped up and dropped kick like I was in the WWE. Put a headlock on him until he passed out. I took his hat a award for me. And as i went to bed I yelled Hay fat man don't mess with me.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
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