[Story]
You are but a young child
It is late on the night before Christmas
And you, with your youthfulness, are kept awake
Anxious for presents to come on Christmas day
So you decide to get out of bed to see if Santa has come yet
You walk in the darkness of your house
Only illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree
You look under the tree, but you see no presents
You decide to make your way to the kitchen to get a gla** of water
You turn around to make your way back to your room after you get your drink
But then you see him
Joe Papermaker
With his hands on his hips
His lips puckered
And his eyes focusing directly into yours
He grabs you and turns you around
And bends you over the kitchen table
He fills your a**hole with his creamy, delicious peppermint Joe-Yo surprise
Penetrating your bu*thole and sending shivers through your spine
As you feel the Joe-Yo melt inside
Do you accept his gift
Do you have Papermaker pride