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Atlanta There once was a gal from Atlanta Who had trouble believing in Santa. But a glimpse at Saint Nick With his candy-striped prick Made her faith in his gifts grow giganta. His tongue to her crotch went a-flying As soon as she beckoned the guy in. But her nutcracker thighs Destroyed his disguise, Revealing that Santa was Brian. You would think that this might be a drag, But Atlanta was not one to bag A thing she had goin' And continued her blowin' Until she was ready to shag. She plied her Atlantean wiles Taking Santa in several styles. She hopped to his sleigh To his team gave a Hey! And drove him by Christmas! for miles. Thus endeth the tale of Atlanta And the girl that gave presents to Santa. Or should I say Bri? For Brian's the guy That gave her her New Year’s Infanta. |
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