sweetums,
i can't wait to see you. tomorrow night is going to be a blast. i've been counting the days until you would come visit me again, darling, and it will be just so wonderful to be in your big, meaty arms again. your breath smells like the most delicious of cookies; your beard is like a big, fluffy pillow. i used to anticipate your arrival because of the lovely toys you would bring me, but honey, i'm not getting any younger. and you're immortal, so you're not getting any older. so why wait? what's done is done, anyway, and santa, you're great in the sack. this way, you save money on getting me presents. there's only one little box you have to buy, darling, and the only wrapping paper on my floor will be very small and hastily torn. get my drift, luv?
forever yours,
dan the WOman.
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ms. nelson, i hope you still respect me as a young adult. :D
i'm not as bad as i seem to be, promise! i haven't even had my first kiss.
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