for the last time, its because his sledge is on the roof. the roof is his runway. he doesn't carry a ladder with him to climb down to the front door because he's fat. and can't really be arsed. so he magic's his fat **** down the chimney. where he scoffs the pie's you left out for him, making his *** fatter. so next year it's too fat for the ladder. again. story of his fat arsed life. i'm his fitness instructor, he never makes any progress. leave skimmed milk.
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