Posted Mon Dec 7, 2015 | 92 Words | Tagged story christmas

It was christmas morning and the lads woke slowly from their drunken antics. Slowly they began to rise and shine, making their way downstairs for the usual drunken group photo.

Something was really off though, they had got up a lot more lively and seemed a lot more interested in each other this year. They could only keep themselves together long enough for the photo before they couldn’t help themselves.

Seems like the little elf that snuck in their party last night isn’t going to be on the nice list next year!