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bliumchikI'm Dreaming Of A Flashy Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Emma sat leerily in Liza's closet, sipping random eggnog.
She looked at the ace bottle hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Bob had hung it there, just before they looked at each other wobblingly and then fell into each other's arms and licked each other's arm.
If only I hadn't been so suspicious, Emma thought, pouring a awesome amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Bob might not have got so full on and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a beautiful tear and held her cheek in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a lovely voice lifted oglingly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a flashy Christmas
Just like a drunk throwing up on the lawn
Emma ran to the door. It was Bob, looking pretty all over with snow.
"I missed you drunkenly," Bob said. "And I wanted to lick your arm again."
Emma hugged Bob and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Bob said.
"I think so too," Emma said and they licked each other's arm until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted drunk neck and lived cutely until Emma got drunk again.
It was Christmas Eve. Emma sat leerily in Liza's closet, sipping random eggnog.
She looked at the ace bottle hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Bob had hung it there, just before they looked at each other wobblingly and then fell into each other's arms and licked each other's arm.
If only I hadn't been so suspicious, Emma thought, pouring a awesome amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Bob might not have got so full on and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a beautiful tear and held her cheek in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a lovely voice lifted oglingly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a flashy Christmas
Just like a drunk throwing up on the lawn
Emma ran to the door. It was Bob, looking pretty all over with snow.
"I missed you drunkenly," Bob said. "And I wanted to lick your arm again."
Emma hugged Bob and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Bob said.
"I think so too," Emma said and they licked each other's arm until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted drunk neck and lived cutely until Emma got drunk again.
