[Like the worst poo in the universe was trying to seize the fucking day, that was Norrington's face according the scriptures of one Badou Nails. As compelled by this discussion as Badou is, he fishes a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his jolly red suit and lights up, ignoring the glares of the mothers and elves- sometimes they were the same putrid, nagging creature]
No need to be so shy man, I know Santa'll getcha something good this year. Don't go all blush-y on me, dawg. [Yeah Badou was going to get him a certain new background on his phone, so what? Er, Santa that is. So he sits there and inhales gratefully from the precious life saving cigarette] Maybe some new conditioner...or a blow dryer. So you like the change or what? Compared to where you're from it must be like a fuckin rave minus the tripping balls pa- ah no you dunno what that is either. We'll haveta work on that too.
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As compelled by this discussion as Badou is, he fishes a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his jolly red suit and lights up, ignoring the glares of the mothers and elves- sometimes they were the same putrid, nagging creature]
No need to be so shy man, I know Santa'll getcha something good this year. Don't go all blush-y on me, dawg. [Yeah Badou was going to get him a certain new background on his phone, so what? Er, Santa that is. So he sits there and inhales gratefully from the precious life saving cigarette] Maybe some new conditioner...or a blow dryer. So you like the change or what? Compared to where you're from it must be like a fuckin rave minus the tripping balls pa- ah no you dunno what that is either. We'll haveta work on that too.