*Thump*
You're browsing /v/ christmas eve and you hear a noise downstairs. Exasperated, you drag your fat carcass out of your chair and waddle downstairs
this jolly fuck is downstairs, assaulting your milk and cookies by the fireplace. As you make your way to the base of the stairs, he turns to you with a smile, letting out a jolly roar. "HO HO HO, anon, you've been a real shit this year!"
what do
>>321338237
suck his dick
>>321338237
Castle doctrine. Fuck christmas.
>>321338372
merry christmas /k/
>>321338372
>fuck christmas
>>321338237
Unzip my +12 vampiric rF++ rC+ rN- randart triple sword and activate my rage amulet
>>321338237
If I pull that hat off, will you die?
>>321338643
Scrooge wore a top hat, retard
>>321338372
This. He's already in the middle of B&E. I'll cement myself on the naughty list for the rest of time.
>>321338237
NOT VIDEO GAMES
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>>321338237
grovel at his feet, beg for forgiveness, and ask for somevideo games
mag dump
>>321339187
>santa claus
>not video games
>>321338237
>Exasperated, you drag your fat carcass out of your chair and waddle downstairs
got a giggle outta me op
>>321338237
Choke. Choke to death.
Ask him fordeathsince since I've been a shit apparently he wouldn't fix any of my issues.
>>321339363
>choking santa claus
who shit in your stocking, anon?
I wish I had a downstairs ;_; I hate how my life turned out.
>>321339526
I was molested by a mall santa
Pump that home intruder full of American lead baby
>>321340415
I'd pump her full of something, ifyaknowhumsayin
>>321340491
I know brah love those shitskin paki sloots
>>321340491
What would you pump her with?
>>321340631
my homemade "eggnog"
Moving as fast as my plump swollen balloons that I call calves struggle to carry me, I attempt to make my escape. Alas, it was all for naught, as I tripped over my copy of Hyperdimension Pantsunia 3. As I descended down into my plywood floor, the force of my gargantuan bulbous frame was inevitably too great for the sturdy floor to bear. I crashed into the basement whilst Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac was playing at a quickly increasing volume. It was then I realised my end was nigh. A bead of sweat dripped down from my forehead, down from my swiftly receding hairline to my bushy unkempt neckbeard. My tight Madoka Magicka exposing my low-hanging stomach to none other than the bringer of death himself. That was it, the last thing I heard. Todd hovered towards me and whispered fout defining words in my ear - "buy my game, faggot". With that, the Steam balance I replenished with my mother's Mastercard drained as my life and conciousness faded away.
>>321340706
Nice holiday spirit, anon.
