Yeah, it’s July. So what? It’s never too early to start thinking about a creepy Christmas. WorkingClassPunx sells all kinds of cool Gothic Christmas Stockings. Some have Gothic designs like skulls, others are Monster Christmas Stockings like Frankenstein and Dracula. Stick these on your mantle and give Santa a little fright this season. You better not give me coal again Santa. Or I will burn the Christmas tree down. Again! Using that coal.
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Krampus In A Stocking Christmas Decoration
Krampus In A Stocking! Sounds like something I would say when I stub my toe. Krampus in a stocking that hurts! Usually, I just say, “Santa in a sh*t house!” Look at him all hanging out of his stocking, tongue out like Gene Simmons. He even has a bag of Krampus coal if you’ve been really bad. Looks like he’s really licking that beard. Must have left some food in there at dinner. Happens to me all the time.
Dude is crazy. This will probably piss Santa off big time if he sees this hung from your mantle. Maybe the real Krampus will appear and they will fight to the death. If Krampus wins you get all of the gifts in Santa’s sleigh. If Santa wins, you are screwed because you were celebrating with a false deity.
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Sexy Bat Stockings: You’re Legs Drive Me Batty
The bats in the belfry and the silver spoon… I think I have that song wrong. Whatevs. I saw these sexy bat stockings and thought of you. You know who you are. That sexy sultry creepbay reader just laying on the sofa in a super model pose, wondering what the crazy creepbay writer will say next. I thought you would look lovely in these. You’ll like them so much that you will send me some fan mail. We’ll laugh. We’ll cry. *shhhhh. Just let me continue.* We will be swept away in emotion….
Then we would have a blind date and I would find out that you are a 600 man wearing sexy bat stockings and stretching them to their limit. You tell me how much you love the website and I puke in my mouth. Then on the table. Then the waiter would ask the two fat guys sitting awkwardly in silence for their order. I would excuse myself and escape. Then go home and cry.
Yeah, so let’s keep things professional here. I just thought you gals would like these. No need to thank me. No need for fan mail. *Shudders. Drinks some alcohol. Pukes a little.* We’re all just friends here.