Yo son1 What's good? Been a while huh? Haha holla back kid.

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so if im worthy enough to sleep with you in your kick asss bed, does that mean im worthy enough to be on your top friends? =] hehe. love you babe.

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just holla'n for that dolla haha. love ya Danny Pooh !* =]

Hehe thanks! I'm quite fond of them myself :D

showing some love again!
buh bye dan!!!

truth or dare was.
you should have
played longerrr<3

hey, what's up? just stoping in to show some love to your Wonderfullll page. lol.
get back!

lol your awsome. love youuu. but you still havent texted me. and that makes me sad =/ haha. well im going to bed. goodnight hunny.

Ummm the coding system is still being worked out

Haha its mood hair

No actually, I have 3 jobs..I work for 2 modeling agencies...

Oh thanks!! Nope, its one of my modeling pictures...

Oh really seen any lately?

Enjoying a nice Sunday Day in Southern Georgia. Thanks for accepting me as a friend. I hope your Sunday is going great too...

Well they're the cutest damn bugg eyes you'll ever see!

Haha I dont think, I know ;)

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this is wat i want to do to u!!!

ywahhhh..... ur such a "retard" but i dont care (p34c3)

Hi BFF....

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DANNNNNNNNNNNNNN Miss Ya punk... lol
Talk to ya soon
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DAN THE MAN.... Where you been BFF?? I miss you!!!!!!

DANNNN whats up i missssss you lol get at me punk asssssssss muahssssss we definatly have to come up with something

Buy me a beer if you want the story told
Of why I moved down South from the frost and cold.
Why I’m knee deep in therapy, liquor, and pills.
Why I’ve given up charity in lieu of cheap thrills.


Why I loathe mistletoe, fruitcake and bells --
And why I’ll celebrate Xmas when it freezes in hell.
You’ll never see this elf make angels in snow.
Hey thanks for the booze – so I guess here it goes:


“Twas the night after Christmas in the North Pole
No creatures were stirring, not one lousy soul.
Santa’s house appeared eerily silent
But inside the fat man was hungry, was violent
.

This workshop of toys for kids of all ages
Was filled with elves quaking in cages.
Who woke up from their long winter’s naps
To find themselves snared in a devious trap.


Hours before I had been bingeing on nog
Passed out under the bed, I spied the whole saga.
I saw all my brothers rounded up in cages.
Sleepy victims of wicked midnight rampages.


Then what to my horrified eyes should appear
But a wild-eyed Santa pinching an elf by the ear.
Each little sprite shook in their tights and boots.
That this monster was Santa, no one could refute.


His size and his beard gave him away as St. Nick
His fangs and his scales made me quite sick
Blood seemed to stain his white fluffy trim
He was hunched, drooling, and disgustingly slim.

“Come little helper! Climb into my maw!”
He laughed, then casually ate the elf raw.
He greedily sucked the imp’s hide off the bone
I was awed! I was scared! I was truly alone!


Dainty elf paws clutched bars and cried
Drunk on deinal; confounded by why.
(He lost his count during his murderous spree
Thought he’d rounded up most, but forgot about me!)


His hunger was wracking his hunched-over frame
With a crippling appetite that didn’t know shame.
“Don’t eat us! We love you! Look at our faces!”
The doomed little elves made their sad cases


But Santa ignored them with a swipe of his fist
Pulled out some parchment and started a list:
“Silence, you nuggets – I’m trying to think
Who to char-broil, who to blend into drink.


Who to dice, fillet, bake or panfry
Who to boil in soup, who to stuff in a pie”
These taunts seemed so strange to come from a man
Who held the dreams of children in his hands


Teeth full of gristle, he then sadly revealed
To his captive chorus of angel-faced veal,
That humans are greedy, petty, drunk on their vices.
And each Yuletide revel exacts gruesome prices


These prices are paid by the magical gnomes
Who hammer the toys that clutter up homes.
The payment’s a life – one for each holiday sin.
Delivered by Santa, after his joyful break-ins.


Perhaps he was cursed by the Easter Bunny
Or an April Fool’s jester who thought it’d be funny.
The Great Pumpkin, Jack Frost or just maybe –
That jealous and bratty New Years Eve baby.


Maybe it was a clue, how well we were fed
On cookies, cakes, lard balls and bread.
But our nature’s to love, not to distrust.
So we hugged the fat Claus’s and finished each crust.


Ignorant to what would soon transpire
We’d collapse in heaps by the crackling fire.
Expecting the old man to come flying back
And start making next years toys for his sack.


But how does he have enough sprites for his belly?
The final act of sorrow starts as fetal elf jelly.
That ferments inside his wife until it’s a broth
Filled with thimble-sized elves that surge forth like froth.


And these newborn elves, spawned pure from her womb.
Don’t understand: their workshop is really a tomb
Their dimples are gumdrops, they sneeze pixie dust.
Santa doesn’t hate them – he’s cursed with a lust.


Elves are packed with vitamins A, C, and E
We’re awfully juicy, tart yet also fruity,
We go well with gravy and mayonnaise and toast
But casserole is how Santa likes us the most.


Barbequed, fricasseed, or flambéed
Sunny-side up, shish-ka-bobbed or flayed.
Prepared anyway, our flesh is quite delicious
And it’s not like toy-happy children will miss us.


Goodbye Carl, Zud, Sprinkles and Jan!
Blossom, Hortense, Cobweb, and Stan!
Julie, Miss Knickers, Fidget, and Ralph.
I’m sorry you’re dead, you wonderful elf.


A mouthed greased with fat, Santa then hibernated.
As Mrs. Claus squatted and grossly gestated
And all that is left of my cherubic siblings.
Was a pile of bells, curly-toed boots – mostly elf things


So much for good cheer! But don’t shed a tear:
This gruesome cycle has happened for hundreds of years.
And as the fist to survive Father’s murderous rout
In a month I stopped hiding and got the hell out.”

Now I spend my days soaking under a sun like a yolk
(Yeah, I wish I’d have saved all or some of my folk)
I now have a tan where the rum’s in supply.
Sewing up flags for Captain Fourth of July.

BLOODS ARE RED

CRIPS ARE BLUE

I WILL FIGHT ANYBODY

THAT FUCCS WITH U

NOW SEND THIS

TO EVERYONE WHOSE

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not muchh you? and your welcome!

Not much here except a shitload of snow! I hate the stuff, but yeah, just looking to make some friends! This is a pretty cool site.

HEYYYY DAN YOU SEXY THANG!!!! JUST SHOWING YOU SOME LOVE... THANKS FOR DEDICATING YOUR VIDEO TO ME. I KNOW I GOT YOU SPRUNG!!!!!!