It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind. It was the Yuletide, and I had come at last to the ancient sea town where my people had dwelt and kept festival in the elder time when festival was forbidden; where also they had commanded their sons to keep festival once every century, that the memory of primal secrets might not be forgotten.
christmas / drug mention
people say the war on Christmas isn't real. but i started the morning by throwing open my window and shouting "you there, little boy! what day is it?"
and in response he just did some kind wackass Fortnite dance and then rolled away on heelys.
i'm glad Santa died a couple years ago when that Chinese fentanyl made its way up to the North Pole and he didn't have to see this travesty.
anyway, Merry Christmas!
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Unstoppable shitposting engine.