Naresh caves in

Naresh has finally given in and arranged for a Xmas bash down at the kebab shop. He says we can have what ever we like off the menu as long as it’s not over £5 (and that includes a cup of tea). I’m trying to get some of the guys to go down Wetherspoons afterwards but none of them are having it. Maybe they're worried about a little competition. I’m going in my Santa costume which I’ve just got dry cleaned (there was a lot of stains) It’s a real winner with the ladies. After my kebab I’m hoping to spread (as in legs) a little ‘X’mas cheer (and when I say cheer I mean spunk). I might not be the real Santa but I’ve got a sack load of goodies to give out- all tadpole shaped. They say that Father Christmas comes just once a year, well he’s one unlucky cunt. If he’s not getting any with Mrs Claus he should contact me as I’ve just laid my paws on a job lot of Love Dolls. I know that she’s not much to look at but I’ll throw in a paper bag to stick over her head.
See you around.
Mick