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So it's chrismas evening and not chrismas night.
Don't get me wrong, it's still dark, but at least there's some light.
I'm walking through the streets of Brooklyn, New York,
Free to roam around since I'm done with school work.
Oh shit, who is that standing at the end of the block?
Why it's cute little Momoka, probably whoring herself or just looking for cock.
But no, no she isn't, she's just standing out in the cold,
Freezing her tits off, and here's where I start getting bold.
"Hold on, why's she in Brooklyn," you might be asking yourself.
Fuck you, that's why, maybe it was due to the magic of some weird chrismas elf.
But back to my story; keep in mind this is where "I start getting bold."
As I approach her, the perv inside me takes hold.
Before I could speak, she suddenly says my username with glee.
"Fuck yea," I thought. My Fakku! fame is finally of worth to me.
She asked if I would help her find her way home.
"Yes," my dick answered, perhaps if she doesn't give sex I can knock her out with a tome.
Again, you might ask, "Why would she have a home here?"
Let's just say the weird chrismas elf was feeling generous this year.
On our way there I saw some fat dude stuck in a chimney.
Damn Santa Claus wannabe, wait, shit, what the fuck rhymes with chimney?
As we reach our destination my cock begins standing.
Wait, what? Just a kiss on the cheek? Where the hell is my happy ending?
We say our goodbyes, and although disappointed, I go.
On my way back I see fat boy with the top of his ass covered in snow.
Should I call 911 and help the fat man with his plight?
Nah, screw him, it's his fault for climbing into chimneys at night.
Oh fuck, it's chrismas night now, I better get to bed.
But not before an epic wank, as I still have Momoka's tits in my head.

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For fucks sake, would someone rule 34 Momoka already? Send the idea to SAZ, Yasui Riosuke, Hellabuna, Clesta, Gold Rush or even Ishikei. Those motherfuckers will work wonders.

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Also, I guarantee you that every single word is spelled the way it's supposed to be.

Bravo sir, bravo. An excellent read.

"But back to my story; keep in my this is where "I start getting bold."

Shouldn't it be "keep in mind"? Other than that, I really liked it. :] Good job!

Ok, so I was wrong about EVERY word being spelled properly. I changed it in my file but didn't copy pasta. Fuck my memory.

I lol'd, it has class and style in spades.

This is awesomeness. Pure awesomeness.

Shouldn't it be "who the fuck rhymes with chimney?".

I don't think so. I was looking for a "what," just some word, and not a "who," an individual. The point was to rhyme the ending of every couple of lines. The problem was that I really couldn't find any word that would properly rhyme with chimney, so, as some sick fuck joke, I rhymed chimney with chimney.

I see, so that's what it was about. I wonder if everyone really understood the joke though.

Doesn't matter, but what they did understand is that I got away with breaking one of those "rules of poetry" I learned back in the day where you don't rhyme a word with itself.

Kidney rhymes with chimney LOLZ!

Anyways, very nice work!

I hope you treat every gal this nice.

LOL :D

Sir. You made my day. You deserved a free internet for this.

EPIC

+1 REP.

Final line was a perfect dot for a perfect story!