Deviants.

[dracolicious]

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[boywholives]

We won't finish decorating the tree until tomorrow, little man...me and Papa need to rest up a bit - it's been a long day!

[dracolicious]

I reckon you've all fondled enough delicate balls for today, so let's not push our luck.

[boywholives]

Would you like to fondle my balls? They're quite sturdy.

[dracolicious]

Maybe later. I'm all balled out, I'm afraid.

[boywholives]

Oh stop looking at me like that - I won't get the ladder out tomorrow.

[dracolicious]

Not if you value your bollocks, you won't.

[boywholives]

I reckon that you value them even more than I do.

[dracolicious]

. . . Be that as it may, My Son could have killed himself on that thing today, and I refuse to allow you to placate me.

[boywholives]

I have no idea what Santa is bringing you. I suppose it all depends on how good you've been this year.

[dracolicious]

Define good? What are you, training to be a solicitor?

[boywholives]

Straight from her daddy's mouth!

[dracolicious]

Bugger all.

[boywholives]

Oh, I suppose that a Christmas party wouldn't be out of the question. Who should we invite?

[dracolicious]

You won't be inviting anyone until you explain "define good," Muffin---

[boywholives]

Sure, Alfie can come just as long as his mum says it's okay.

[dracolicious]

Although she certainly won't if she catches you referring to her as a rotten trollop. Don't think I won't pump liquid soap in that filthy mouth of yours, pet.