How Jeff the Killer Fucked Up Christmas: Difference between revisions

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As the party continued, Jeff learned more about the meaning of Christmas. He realized that it was not about the gifts or the decorations, but about fucking love and kindness. Jeff had never experienced any of that shit before, but he was still not fucking touched.
 
After the party, Jeff was pissed and decided to put a fucking end to Christmas. He didn't want to see anyone happy or celebrating. Jeff decided that he wanted to fuck up Christmas for everyone in the town. He came up with a plan to ruin the holiday, and he was fucking excited to put it into action. Jeff forthought of a wonderfully awful idea.
 
Jeff put on a fucking Santa costume, and with his fucking knife, he went to every house in town and stole all the fucking shitty presents and decorations.
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“You’re a dickhead, with termites on your ass, you have all the sourness of a rotten lemon pie, Mr. Jeff, given the choice of you guys, I’d choose the rotten pie,” the song sang.
 
“You’re a bastard, Jeff the Killer, your heart’s a black hole, your shits are filled with spiders, you have garlic in your brain, Mr. Jeff, I wouldn’t wanna touch with a 45forty-five foot pole,” the singer stated.
 
“You’re a nasty bitch, Jeff, you’re freakier than a 8an eight-armed human, you’reyour face is paler than snow, your soul’s filled with blood, Jeff the Killer, you’re worse than a triple threat dictator, serial killer, and cultist,” the song continued.
 
“You’re a bastard, Mr. Jeff, you’re hell’s king of the 7 deadly sins, you’reyour heart’s a rotten tomato splotched with mold and shit, you’reyour soul is the most unappealing dump truck overflowing with the ugliest collection of unwashed rubbish that reproduces more than cells imaginable, Mr. Bastard,” the badass song played.
 
“You’re a nauseous spider, Jeff the Killer, you’re more unattractive than cardiac arrest and heart attacks combined, you’re a crooked little bastard, with a hunchback as your horse, Mr. Jeff, or in simple person talk, the three best words to describe you are, let’s see, bitch, bastard, and dickhead,” the song finished, as Jeff finished stealing shit.
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