Based on "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" by Clement Clark Moore'Twas a night like any other, when all through our homeThe family was silent; so I knew I could roam.I crept out of my bed and tiptoed down the stairsFor Becky, my sister, had big plans elsewheres.She and some friends were on some camping tripSo in her room I went, and my pants I unzipped.I was stealthfully quiet as I stripped my underwearFor my parents were sleeping, not too far from. "Here," one the Mosad agents said. "Keep them they come in a large pack from your Walmart." Thanks," Osborn said. "What's your name?"The Israeli looked at me and said, "Jewish Chick." then she walked away."You don't want to get to know anyone here Oz. We are all just nicknames here. It makes the whole thing less real." I said."Who are you?" she asked."Skinny Blond chic to the rabble," I said."So who will I be?" she asked."Big tit blond chic," I said. "Now go to sleep Oz. This may be your last.Read More
