You know how bad it is here in this frozen wasteland that Edmonton is right now? While I'm writing this it is minus 24 Celsius and snowing once again in the winter from HELL! The only thing that isn't frigid around here this time of year is a hot SP's ass and that's only because some poor pooner is desperately slobbering all over it after he finally found something warm to hang onto!
Where is it written that Santa must always live in some polar ice region? You may ask why I stay here, well the truth is, it's the money, honey. Or more specifically, I need the money for the honeys and honeys seems to be the only good thing Edmonton has an abundance of in the deepest depths of winter.
In the depths of February, a month when all hope seems to be lost and the winter seems neverending, insult was added to injury when I was banished to 2 weeks in Perbatory. My one tenuous connection to the beautiful B.C. coast, the land of blooming flowers and ongoing showers was lost for two horrible weeks spent in Perbatory at the worst possible time of the year.
I know I did wrong, they don't call me bad for nothing as I'm bad to the boner, just ask any sweet saucy young SP I've been with.
But those 2 weeks in February were cruel and unusual punishment right up there with waterboarding and having to listen to George W. Bush speeches!
But I'm back now, I promise to be a good Bad Santa with my chastened tail tucked firmly between my legs. Well at least it's still firm, ready to raise it's little head happily at the slightest attention paid to it by some sprightly young lass with a hot tight ass!!!
Yeah, I feel better already, just thinking about it!
It's good to be back!
Where is it written that Santa must always live in some polar ice region? You may ask why I stay here, well the truth is, it's the money, honey. Or more specifically, I need the money for the honeys and honeys seems to be the only good thing Edmonton has an abundance of in the deepest depths of winter.
In the depths of February, a month when all hope seems to be lost and the winter seems neverending, insult was added to injury when I was banished to 2 weeks in Perbatory. My one tenuous connection to the beautiful B.C. coast, the land of blooming flowers and ongoing showers was lost for two horrible weeks spent in Perbatory at the worst possible time of the year.
I know I did wrong, they don't call me bad for nothing as I'm bad to the boner, just ask any sweet saucy young SP I've been with.
But those 2 weeks in February were cruel and unusual punishment right up there with waterboarding and having to listen to George W. Bush speeches!
But I'm back now, I promise to be a good Bad Santa with my chastened tail tucked firmly between my legs. Well at least it's still firm, ready to raise it's little head happily at the slightest attention paid to it by some sprightly young lass with a hot tight ass!!!
Yeah, I feel better already, just thinking about it!
It's good to be back!