It’s the most wonderful time of year, for some it is celebrating the birth of the lord and savior, because we’ve gone trough something biblical the last two years that has probably regained some of your soulless fuck’s faith in God….for others it’s about getting together with friends and families….in the spirit of giving and receiving….drinking and fighting over the last two years because we are still running in two different timelines….where one group are fucking crazy and think we’re crazy.

To me it’s a wonderful time of year to find the depressive women who feel alone, not like the homeless on the street or the Africans that “For This is Christmas” was written about to pander the white man for money, but the middle of the road woman with no love in her life, feeling empty because she committed to her job instead of family, so her bitterness and anger that finds her at a bar or on a hook-up app around Christmas makes for a good time when she takes her sadness out on your dick…

It’s also a good time for the rich people who hit the resorts after Christmas, as they do, for the Tropical winter vacation, to do their best Kardashian and pose on social media in bikinis for those of us who can’t take advantage of the sad lonely ladies….

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