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Everyone skint

and concerned over

how much fat to give

oh the mad man monkey

of money christmas

In my cups with Santa Clause

recalling a five euro from

last year for the beard

oh Santa where are you now

and did you get the fegs

we must have fegs

nothing clears the lungs

like a good feg

and isnt it your job

to buy the booze

I don't know I assumed

you were buying the booze

I am the Turkey Man

and will square you up

after christmas

after a frozen month

of foreplay was it

worth it oh Santa Clause

Oh climatic season of

drunkenness

only 364 days to go

hawhawhaw

corny old reindeer

and ohmigosh did

Jeff buy me something

oh hell back to Tesco

does he drink no why not

what then socks

I barely know the man

Superman briefs would

imply intimacy or could

become an inadvertent

accusation of corpulence

is the cranberry sauce

still in date

i swore i wouldnt do this

but Sandra is a vegan

can they eat soup is a

potato a vegetable

of to ricochet in

million trollied

Tesco a go go

Samantha you said you

had dealt with this

well i remember saying

dont talk to me like that

in Tesco you promised

YOU PROMISED

oh christmas