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Christmas in Paremoremo Village a long time ago. An enchanted magical kingdom to all who enter. It’s Disneyland for carousers, horse thieves and reprobates!

                    Note: Pare' pronounced "Parry" is short for Paremoremo.
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Twelve Days of Christmas in Pare’ Village

                    On the first day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the second day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    sweet fu*k-all as usual
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the third day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    all the grinches grinning 
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the fourth day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    flat half-drunk bottles of beer 
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the fifth day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    a bag of roaches
                    Willy with a rectal bleed
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the sixth day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    the ghost of Christmas chunders past
                    Rob puffing on his giant beanstalk
                    Willy with a rectal bleed
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the seventh day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    a Christmas spirit “100 proof”
                    Masters giggling like Billly T hehe
                    Rob puffing on his giant beanstalk
                    Willy with a rectal bleed 
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the eighth day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    ferals by candlelight 
                    Oliver full of piss and full of sh*t
                    Masters giggling like Billy T hehe
                    Rob puffing on his giant beanstalk
                    Willy with a rectal bleed 
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the ninth day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    Santa off the wharf slashing 
                    John sucking on a ho-mo homebrew
                    Oliver full of piss and full of sh*t
                    Masters giggling like Billy T hehe
                    Rob puffing on his giant beanstalk
                    Willy with a rectal bleed 
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the tenth day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    long rooted days hungover
                    Steve and Bruce drugfu*ked again
                    John sucking on a ho-mo homebrew
                    Oliver full of piss and full of sh*t
                    Masters giggling like Billy T hehe
                    Rob puffing on his giant beanstalk
                    Willy with a rectal bleed 
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the eleventh day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    Skeet looking good 
                    Sageman sh*tfaced on his scooter
                    Steve and Bruce drugfu*ked again
                    John sucking on a ho-mo homebrew
                    Oliver full of piss and full of sh*t
                    Masters giggling like Billy T hehe
                    Rob puffing on his giant beanstalk
                    Willy with a rectal bleed 
                    Bowden in his sleigh jizzing all the way
                    Richy in a D.B. coma 
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree

                    On the twelfth day of Christmas
                    my good friends brought to me
                    all the Village People…
                    Masters the sucking semen sailor
                    John the gay G.I. toy boy soldier 
                    Rob the construction worker 
                    Cock the butt trafficked cop
                    Willy the leather and lube hairy biker
                    Bowden the felch-ing cowboy 
                    Richy the fat fu*k Indian chief
                    all the village idiots 
                    singing “macho macho man
                    I gotta be a macho man”
                    and a bong for the Christmas tree!
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