I'm Dreaming Of A Sexy Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Dream sat lustfuly on a horse, sipping fantastic eggnog.
He looked at the funny egg hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Lai had hung it there, just before they looked at each other angrily and then fell into each other's arms and kicked each other's thigh.
If only I hadn't been so lukewarm, Dream thought, pouring a violent amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Lai might not have got so possibly cold and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a smexy tear and held his foot in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a Shizzlike voice lifted sexily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a sexy Christmas
Just like rainbow over an orgy
Dream ran to the door. It was Lai, looking hot all over with snow.
"I missed you huskily," Lai said. "And I wanted to punch your thigh again."
Dream hugged Lai and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Lai said.
"I think so too," Dream said and they kicked each other's thigh until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted whale butt and lived violently until Dream got drunk again.