Well here we are a few days past Christmas day and Jeeeeroy Lenkins has drunk his local pub dry as well as consuming his bodyweight in pigs and blankets. He has had a lovely extended break away from his Berlin Fire Salamander family. Lenkins was spending the holiday season at a close family members due to covid 19 restrictions the Lenkins's and close friends decide to escape to his holiday home where the 1 household rule was sort of be nil and void. They had gone to bed early after a few drinks and the kids had been tucked away. Santa's milk and cookies had been laid out as well as Rudolph and the rest of the reindeers carrots and snacks. Lenkins had just got in to bed when around t minutes or so later his door bell rang, was it Santa claus? Who knows but Lenkins took his favourite baseball bat downstairs just in case it was and he was not happy with the white chocolate and macadamia nut Cookies Lenkins had left out. Lenkins approached the door after a couple of practice swings prepared to knock santas head clean of his fat neck. However much to Lenkins suprise there was a box in the doorstep with his name on it. Cautious and confused Lenkins appraoched the box and opened it. Lying there was a set of brand new nunchaku, there was no card or signature from anyone so naturally Lenkins assumed it was a gift from one of his brothers. It was not until Lenkins leaned down to pick them up he heard a voice from across the street "oi dickhead" was yelled and the figure appeared to make a snowball. Lenkins was confused as it was dark and he was a little bit drunk, the figure then chucked the snowball towards him. It was not until the snowball went 30 yards to the left of Lenkins and smashed his neighbours window did he realise it was Minesotta Grey Ducks Quarterback Ryan Negs that had bought him his gift. The moral of this Christmas story is that Ryan Negs sucks.
|
Offline  |
|
|
