Twas the night before Christmas And all thru the house Nothing was stirring Not even a mouse. Laying in a drunken stupor TTFN was spread eagled on the bed After Moony had his way with her TT was well and truly spent. Outside the snow was falling It warmed the cockles of one’s heart To lay here snug and cozy When TT let go of a f@rt. Well, Moony shot up onto his feet...
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