Getting fucked up with Santa.
My homie, Santa just rolled me up a big doobie and it sent me flying sky fucking high.
It was so cool, we actually felt like we were rolling in the deep with our feet tucked in the deep sea ocean as waves came crashing at us from all sides.
This is when Santa confessed to me, he’s tired of the state of the world and how people are too needly.
I said, bro’ chill! We’re smoking up, let’s not ruin the vibe.
Then I realised, I was being an arsehole; so I decided what the hell — let’s just figure this out.
“Santa, you don’t have to do shit!”
He wouldn’t have it, he said it was his duty — I said fuck that, mate we got hipsters that dress like you now; nobody will know the difference.
Santa said “Fuck yeah!” — and that was that.
The rest is history, and now I’ve got Santa’s cum on my back.