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And that, dear reader, is the gospel of the Gonzo Christmas Party. You don’t need mistletoe. You need a liver of steel, a sense of humor made from broken ornaments, and the willingness to wake up on December 24th wearing a lampshade, next to a stranger named Carol, with no memory of why you have a tattoo of a candy cane on your ankle.
And indeed, Santa—the real one, or a very committed hallucination—was wrestling the thermostat. "It’s too hot for the reindeer!" he screamed. The reindeer, for the record, were three dachshunds wearing felt antlers and looking deeply disappointed in humanity. gonzo christmas orgy
Merry Christmas. Now pass the damn punch. And that, dear reader, is the gospel of
