On the first day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
a boner-er in my coochie.
On the second day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
two stillettos and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the third day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
three french fries, two stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
four brand new books, three french fries, two stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! Four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
six sparkly dresses, FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
seven girls in g-strings, six sparkly dresses, FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the eight day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
eight rides in Mustangs, seven girls in g-strings, six sparkly dresses, FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
nine booby squeezes, eight rides in Mustangs, seven girls in g-strings, six sparkly dresses, FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
ten bags of candy, nine booby squeezes, eight rides in Mustangs, seven girls in g-strings, six sparkly dresses, FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
eleven bras from Frederick’s, ten bags of candy, nine booby squeezes, eight rides in Mustangs, seven girls in g-strings, six sparkly dresses, FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and a boner-er in my coochie.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Rockstar gave to me
twelve lovely spankings, eleven bras from Frederick’s, ten bags of candy, nine booby squeezes, eight rides in Mustangs, seven girls in g-strings, six sparkly dresses, FIVE OR-GAS-EMS! four-er brand new books, three french fries, two-wo stillettos, and one Chris Me-lon-i!!!!!!!!!
P.S. There was no other way for me to fit Chris in there. Believe me, I tried.
Sparklebumpsthebookwhore 
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Have a holiday-spirited repost. XOXO
http://s13.invisionfree.com/Christopher_Meloni/ar/t1026.htm
Scroll down, look around, Chris Meloni read Zee a story on Nick Jr. Zee is a blue bird, friends with Moose A. Moose.
I see! Isn’t he so dreamy? *sigh*
There are a few ways to fit Chris Meloni in there. Like when he read that story to Zee when Zee was sick.
I am so confused right now. I have no idea what you are talking about.
Pure brilliance, the first one make me laugh so loud!
🙂
I’m glad you got Meloni in there somehow.
Well, I knew you were worried about it. 😉
I think I could help out in the Boobie squeezes and G-string categories 😉
🙂 You are a good friend.