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Not a merry XMAS
When I was twelve, I picked the name of a boy out of a jar.
We had to exchange Christmas presents and he wanted a model car.
But I decided to get him old maid cards instead.
He got mad and nearly bashed in my head.
Maybe I shouldn't have made fun of him when he decided to whine.
He beat me senseless and crammed those old maid cards where the sun doesn't shine.
He bashed my head on the teacher's desk and then he slammed me into the door.
I lost most of the blood and teeth that I had before.
After sticking chalk up my nose, he broke my ribs and this was a fight that I didn't win.
Oh hell!!! The next Christmas I picked his name again.
