🎅🏻What's your problem, Fred. You've been a jerk for 800 years!
👨🏻I didn't ask to be immortal, Nick.
🎅🏻That's your problem? Immortality?!
🎅🏻I'm soooo sorry blessing you with eternal youth and immortality is a problem for you!
🎅🏻Can you ever forgive me?!
👨🏻Oh, don't act like that. I've had to relearn my own god damn tongue 3 times, Nick!
👨🏻Do you know how many girlfriends I've had? How many wrinkled old hags I've had to push in a wheelchair out of pitty?
👨🏻Fuck you, Santa, I lost a son in WWI. and 3 grandson and six great grandsons! I've changed George Washington's diapers! And I knew Betty White before she was America's Grandma, you cookie eater bastard!
🎅🏻You're just an ungrateful, whiny child, Fred.
👨🏻*rolls eyes* Let's finish this argument when Britney Spears is back in diapers, kay? Fuck off, Saint Dick!
🐨Good Day, mates, I'm Chandler The Evil Christmas Koala Bear!
🐨Cause, Hey, just cause it's Christmas don't mean ya gotta be all good and all that hubabaloo and what not.
🐨Santa can suckle on my mum's anus!
🐨... Which all koalas, at one point in their lives, have done, actually.
🐨It's actually how we're able to digest poisonous eucalyptus. Did ya know that?
🐨Anyways, I'm gonna give a few heroines the Untrue Christmas Spirit! And it just might involve poop!
👤Stop. Stop talking about poop.
🐨Can't, I'm a Koala! We literally exist the way we are thanks to poop!
Captain Marvel wasn't interested in going to Tony's Superhero Christmas Party.
1. She was confident he'd be drunk and handsy.
2. She was confident Natasha would be drunk and handsy... on Bruce.
3. She doesn't exactly love Christmas.
Of course, all of that's gonna change, once she opens her "special" present.
👱🏻♀️... A Christmas Sweater?
👱🏻♀️And it's waaaay to big! *laughter*
👱🏻♀️And sooo ugly!
Carol Danvers had a simply amazing Christmas party!
Unfortunately, she had to deal with the consequences of her actions.
Her swollen ankles rubbed with IcyHot, the middle aged woman groans, her fat. Misshapen rear plopped on the couch, regretting how handsy she was to Tony Stark.
But who could blame her? That young man is such a hunk!
👩🏼🦳I should probably buy him an apology present.
👩🏼🦳... Maybe a speedo? *licking her thinned lips, thinking about Tony's bulge*
Gran Marvel, sitting on her couch, dressed modestly in a red and blue sweater, a deceivingly sweet, old lady looks up to a scowling Natasha with thinned, white eyebrows raised, her cataract eyes shielded by a pair of chained glasses, her hair a short curl, teeth dentures, with neck waddle loose as a goose.
👵🏻Is something wrong, dearie?
👩🏻🦰Two tickets to Tahiti, a speedo, and giant bottle of sunscreen is not an appropriate gift, Ms Carol.
👩🏻🦰Tony is old enough to be your son.
👵🏻What? He says I have some nice buns?
Natasha taps at her ear, indicating to Carol she should adjust her hearing aid.
👩🏻🦰I said he's old enough to be your son!
Carol smiles devilishly.
👵🏻Where's your holiday spirit? That's what makes it fun! *cackles*
Natasha is a loss for word. She exists Carol's apartment, at a senior living complex, convinced Carol is a lost cause.
🎅🏻I wanted to talk to you about your Christmas list.
👧🏻Am I getting a hippopotamus?!
👧🏻But... but I've been ever so good this year.
🎅🏻That's not... that's not the problem, Betty.
🎅🏻Betty, do you know what a domesticated animal is?
🎅🏻Domesticated animals are animals that have been selectively bred and genetically adapted over generations to live alongside humans. They are genetically distinct from their wild ancestors or cousins.
🎅🏻They live in herds or had ancestors that lived in herds, making them easy for humans to control.
🎅🏻A hippo is a wild and dangerous animal. Santa's magic can only go so far.
🎅🏻Santa is not going to domesticate hippos. Okay? Santa's done enough to reindeers. Santa doesn't need genetically modified hippos keeping him up at night.
🎅🏻You're getting a dog.
🎅🏻YOU'RE GETTING A DOG.
🎅🏻YOU'RE GETTING A DOG!
🎅🏻But nothing! You're getting a dog named Hippo IV and you're going to love him like I II and III. Okay? Santa will never, ever, ever domesticate a hippo! Okay?!
Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 24, 2020 17:52:42 GMT -6
Here is a little Christmas gift for you all, inspired by my recent re-watch of the now Christmas classic 'Love, Actually'. Watch the clip below as 'Scene 1' and then reach my corresponding scenes for some Christmas Eve AP cheer!
~Christmas Eve 2003~
As Colin leaned in to kiss one of the girls he is suddenly shunted forward in time.
~Christmas Eve 2023~
He opened his eyes to find himself outside in the snow.
“What the bloody hell… how did I end up outside the bar again?” He asked himself rubbing his arms to keep warm.
He shrugged and took a deep breath before marching back inside to pick things back up with those three gorgeous young American hotties.
As he entered the bar he found that the college coeds are nowhere to be seen. In fact the only people inside were a handful of middle-aged folks no younger than 40. Colin sighed thinking that the girls he had been so close to sleeping with must have left when he disappeared.
‘Ah well, I wouldn’t mind a little MILF action…’ He thought to himself as he rubbed his hands and ordered himself a drink.
The plump soccer mom sitting in the stool next to him looked over at him and did a double take.
“Oh my god, this is probably a strange question but… are you from England?” She asked with a husky older voice.
Colin looked at the woman and his jaw dropped to the bar. She looked like that chick Stacy he had just been flirting with - but older, like 2 decades older. Maybe this was her mum or something?
“Uh y-yeah yes I am.” He said still in shock.
“Oh wow! I think I met your dad or your uncle or something in this bar like 20 years ago!” The brunette said.
Colin swallowed hard and looked at the cougar who was sporting a double chin and a muffin top.
“Sorry… what year is it?” He asked in dread.
The woman gave a throaty laugh and took another sip of her beer.
“That is so cute! It’s 2023 honey!” She said as she playfully slapped his arm with her doughy hand.
“Fuck me… you ARE Stacy. I’ve traveled 20-years into the future…” Colin mumbled in disbelief under his breath.
“Jeanie! Get over here!” She called back to her friend.
“Yeah?” The older blonde picking out a Matchbox 20 song from the jukebox said as she turned around.
Colin looked at the now 43-year-old Jeanie and gasped. Her blonde hair was now short and manageable and her face was getting lined and she sported heavy bags under her eyes. She was still pretty thin but looked more bony now than slender. When she smiled it cause wrinkles to crease up along her mouth.
“This is…” Stacy began to introduce the young man.
“Colin.” He replied downing the rest of his drink.
“Oh my gosh that’s so cute! I think that’s your dads name too isn’t it?” Stacy asked.
“Uh yeah, yep. Sure is.” Colin said nodding nervously.
The two 40-something women gazed thirstily at Colin, their droopy breasts heaving in their their tops. Stacy began to feel a hot flash come on as she rubbed her sweaty neck under her double chin.
“Just wait until Carol-Ann gets here… she was crazy about your dad.” Jeanie said while rubbing her veiny hand along Colin’s arm.
The door to the bar opened and in stumbled a blonde woman in her early 40s. She wasn’t as slender as she had been at 21 but wasn’t quite as chubby as Stacy had become. She just had the typical flab and puffiness that came with middle-aged women after they had had a few kids.
“Hey gals!” She said in a raspy smokers voice.
“Carol-Ann, come meet Colin! He’s the son of that English guy we were all going to sleep with back in ‘03!” Jeanie said beckoning her friend over.
“Really? You were going to sleep with me? I mean… my da’?” Colin asked excitedly.
“Step aside ladies… this rounds on me…” Carol-Ann declared as she strutted over.
Her much wider ass jiggle as she swished her hips and gave the younger man a come hither stare.
“Hello gorgeous…” She purred.
A few minutes later Colin was back in the same booth he had been in back in 2003 with the three 40-something women fawning over him.
“You’re so funny! Isn’t he a funny young man?” Stacy asked playing with his hair.
“You’re just like your dad… how is he?” Jeanine asked with her hand on Colin’s leg.
“Oh he’s great - now! And might I say ladies, you’ve all aged splendidly!” Colin said excitedly putting his arm around Stacy’s soft pudgy waist.
“Aww! Thank you! Between work and soccer practices and book club, it’s just nice to get out every once in a while!” Carol-Ann groaned as she kicked off her shoe and began rubbing her veiny swollen foot up Colin’s leg.
“Carol-Ann had FIVE kids… Can you believe it?” Jeanie exclaimed.
“Blimey! You’re a mother of five!?” Colin gasped drunkenly.
“Yep, a 5 year old, a 6 year old, an 8 year old, a 10 year old and a 14 year old.” Carol-Ann said pulling out some pictures on her phone.
“I have 3 - my oldest is turning 18 next month.” Stacy bragged.
“I only have 2…” Jeanie pouted.
“Your oldest… a girl?” Colin asked hopefully.
“No my son’s the one turning 18.” Stacy corrected.
“Oh…” Colin frowned, disappointed.
“Where are you staying?” Carol-Ann asked.
“Oh I uh… don’t know really…I could check into a motel like they do in the movies.” Colin said honestly.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! That is so cute. You’re adorable.” Stacy chuckled
“This might be a bit forward but… you could stay at our house!” Jeanie said with a big grin setting of an explosion of crows feet in the corners of her eyes.
“Your… house?” Colin asked.
“Yeah, we decided to all move in together to save some money. We all live in one big house with our families.” Carol-Ann explained.
“Oh…” Colin replied.
“But there is one problem…” Carol-Ann pointed out.
“We keep the heat off in the living room so it gets freezing in there at night.” Stacy explained.
“So you’d just need to share a bed with one of us…” Jeanie added.
“Oh!” Colin said excitedly.
“But… my husband doesn’t own pajamas… he sleeps in the nude…” Stacy pointed out.
“Mine too…” Jeanie frowned.
“Oh…” Colin said shivering.
“You could sleep next door with Harriet! You haven’t met Harriet yet, she’s the other gal in our foursome - she’s the fat one!” Stacy pointed out.
“Fatter than you?” Colin blurted out drunkenly.
“Oh he can just climb in bed with me!... i’m divorced.” Carol-Ann explained.
“Praise the lord!” Colin exclaimed.
“Oh and he’s a Christian!” Jeanie clapped approvingly.
“Cheers!” The soccer moms all toasted.
Colin was about to make a move on one of them when he got shunted to the future once more.
~Christmas Eve 2047~
Colin looked around at the snowy exterior of the bar.
“Oh no no no… Christ no! Not again!” He said frantically as he rushed to the door.
He opened the door to the bar and walked inside to see it filled with senior citizens and gray haired barflies.
“Bloody Hell!” He cursed as he skulked to the bar and ordered a drink.
The older woman slinging back drinks next to him pulled the hood off her coach to reveal a wrinkled, gray haired 69-year-old Stacy.
“Oh my god are you from England?” She asked with a bit of a rattle to her voice.
She had shed a bit of her weight from middle age but her face was puffy and wrinkled. She looked a bit like Mrs. Claus in her red winter jacket.
“Blimey! Stacy?” Colin gasped recognizing the older woman.
“Oh do we know each other? There have been a bunch of English folks that come in here around Christmas time over the years but I think i’d remember one as cute as you…” The older woman purred.
“God look at you…” Colin said in disbelief at the gray haired gran.
“Jeanie!” She shouted back to the back of the bar.
“Yeah?” A woman with tinted blonde hair asked as she picked out an Outkast song from the beat up old juke player.
She turned around to reveal a spindly-looking woman of 67-years-old age. Her blond hair was neatly permed into a manageable mature style and she had reading glasses on a chair hanging off of her beak-like nose. The loose skin of her neck bunched under her pointy wrinkled chin as she waddled over to them.
“Hi honey.” She said with a wink of her crinkled eye as she held out a wrinkled veiny hand to him.
“Jeanie!?” He exclaimed.
“Oh have we met before? Are you one of my old students? I’m a retired teacher.” She explained.
“I didn’t know that you had any students from England!” Stacy said before having a coughing fit at the bar.
“I don’t think I did… wait until Carol-Ann gets back. She still has a good memory. She’ll be able to place where we know this handsome young man from…” Jeanie cackled.
The bar door opened and in hobbled a gray-haired retiree with bifocals and a cane. Carol-Ann’s once pretty face was now jowly and stern looking. She waved a wrinkled hand at her friends.
“Carol-Ann come meet this boy! He’s from England!” Jeanie beckoned.
Colin waited patiently as Carol-Ann slowly clomped her way over. Her wrinkly old ass in jeans now woman over 60 should be wearing.
“Well hello gorgeous…” She wheezed with a wrinkled smile.
A few minutes later Colin is sitting in the booth looking miserable as the three retirees fawn over him. The ladies are all wearing low-cut shirts showing off the wrinkly liver-spotted cleavage of their saggy breasts.
“So then I had to go to the foot doctor again and this time they had to operate…” Carol-Ann droned in the middle of a long-winded story about her various medical issues.
“I have to take heart pills every morning now!” Jeanie interjected.
“I went to the doctors yesterday and he said I have to cut back on dairy.” Stacy groaned and then expelled a fart from her dimpled old ass.
“Oh bloody hell!” Colin cried covering his nose.
“Oh my god! Oh my god that’s so cute! Say it again!” Stacy clapped her pasty wrinkled hands.
“Bloody hell?” Colin asked.
“Bloody hell!” The ladies all repeated gleefully and then had various wheezing and coughing bouts.
“So where are you staying young man?” Carol-Ann asked.
“Oh I don’t know really… i’m probably just trapped her in the bar until the end of time!” Colin said cynically.
“Oh my god! You’re too funny! What a cute boy you are!” Stacy said pinching his cheek.
“No no no, listen, this may be a bit pushy because we just met you but… why don’t you stay with us.” Jeanie offered with a wrinkly smile.
“Yeah!” The other women agreed.
“I couldn’t possibly-” Colin said honestly.
“But there is one problem…” Jeanie admitted.
“Just one eh?” Colin smirked.
“We’re all divorced or widowed…” Stacy began.
“Go on…” Colin said thinking this sounded better already.
“And we’re retired so we’re on a fixed income so we all sleep in the same bed together and we don’t have a couch…” Jeanie explained with a cringe, accentuating her chin and neck wrinkles.
“And on this cold cold night it’s going to be tight and sweaty…” Carol-Ann chimed in.
“We can’t even afford pajamas, young man.” Stacy added.
“Which means… we would be naked.” Jeanie said solemnly.
Colin thought about spending a night with floppy sagging tits dangling onto him and cellulite riddled thighs curled around him while pruned lips showered him with kisses. He gave a deep sigh. This would have been so awesome when these girls were 44 years younger
“So what do you think? Want to spend the night with the three of us?” Stacy asked patting her puffy wrinkled belly as it gurgled a little.
“Oh and Harriet.” Jeanie remembered.
“That’s right! You haven’t met Harriet yet. You’ll love her. She’s the hot one!” Stacy said waving her veiny hand.
“Oh really? She’s the hot one again is she? Now that she’s pushing 70!” Colin asked sarcastically.
There was a moment of awkward silence between the four of them only punctuated by another small toot out of Stacy’s old bum.
“Oh he could stay with my granddaughter in her room! She just got back from college…” Carol-Ann offered.
“Praise the Lord!” Colin exclaimed excitedly.
“Oh and he’s a Christian!” Jeanie cooed approvingly.
“Cheers!” The retirees all toasted.
Colin was about to ask to see a picture of Carol-Ann’s hot granddaughter when he was shunted forward in time again.
~Christmas Eve 2070~
Colin finds himself indoors this time in what looked like the hallway to a hospital.
“Come on! Not again! Wait - what’s this now?” He asked scratching his head.
He pushed through the double doors in front of him and found himself in the recreation room of an old folks home. Little old ladies and bald old men shuffled around slowly and aimlessly.
“Seriously?” He asked no one in particular.
A shrunken wrinkled woman with shoulder-length gray and white hair and a puffy, lined face shuffled up to him with the aid of a walker.
“Oh my god… are you um, eh… oh… are you eh, from England dearie?” The old woman asked squinting at him through sunken tired eyes.
“Oh for fuck’s sake… Stacy?” He asked the 92-year-old who was clutching her walker dressed in a dowdy old housecoat.
“Eh? What’s that? My names Stacy! What’s yours young feller?” She quavered.
Colin kneeled forward and clutched his knees thinking he felt a little sick to his stomach. He could see the outline of Stacy’s once gorgeous breasts, they looked like tennis balls dangling from stockings she had stuffed under her shirt and were resting on either side of her wrinkly gut.
“I’m Colin.” He said closing his eyes.
“Eh? And are you from England?” She asked hobbling up close to him.
“Yes. Yes, i’m from England.” He said with a sign.
“Oh my god, that’s soooo cute!” She rattled and hobbled over to pinch his cheek.
“Well i’ll let you get back to your afternoon nap now Stacy i’m going to go see if I can find your great-granddaughter and fuck her I guess…” Colin mumbled turning to leave.
“Jeanie!” Stacy warbled across the room.
“Eh? What’s that? Speak up dearie?” A now 90-year-old Jeanie asked from over at the listening station.
She shuffled around slowly to face them. She was now a very wrinkled, frail looking woman with bony old arms and legs covered in veins and loose dangling skin. Her hair was white and wispy and she had thick glasses and a hearing aid in her ear.
“I said Jeanie… come over here and meet… oh who are you again?” Stacy asked squinting up at him and clutching his arm with her gnarled hand.
“Colin.” Colin reminded her.
“Oh right… Are you from England?” She asked.
“Yes.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Oh that’s so cute.” She rattled.
Jeanie hobbled over slowly with the aid of a 4-prong cane.
“I put on some 50 cent.” She quavered as ‘In da Club’ began blasting overhead causing many of the seniors to begin bopping their gray heads.
“50 cent? In an old folks home?” Colin asked in disbelief.
“They don’t make music like that these days, i’ll tell ya that much!” The former blonde cackled.
Her loose neck skin dangled down from her chin like a turkey waddle and jiggled as she laughed.
“Wow Jeanie you um… really shriveled up.” He said to the shrunken old woman.
“Eh? What’s that? Speak up sonny! I don’t hear too well.” She said cupping her hairy ear.
“I said - Oh you know what? Doesn’t matter.” He said with a forced smile.
“Are you from England?” Stacy quavered putting a finger to her toothless mouth.
“Oh here comes our friend Carol-Ann. She’ll love you. You remind me of her great-grandson!” Jeanie rattled.
The hallway door opened and in shuffled a very senile looking 88-year-old woman with messy long white hair and drool dripping down her wrinkled cheek. She was wearing a stained robe that was open in the front revealing her adult diaper and bare shriveled breasts that hung off her chest like wrinkled empty coin sacks.
“Carol-Ann!” Jeanie called in a shrill elderly voice.
“Eh? Whose there? Did someone leave the window open? It’s cold in here…” Carol-Ann mumbled back.
An orderly rushed over and wrapped her rope back up tightly giving her some modesty again.
“Oh thank you dearie…” She quavered as she rolled her walker over to Colin and the other old women.
“Well gorgeous. Give granny a kiss…” She said batting her sunken eyes at him.
The old formerly gorgeous blond puckered her wrinkled lips and craned her head up at him.
“He’s not your grandson Carol-Ann!” Jeanie corrected her.
“Oh I know that! Can’t an old gal have a little fun?” Carol-Ann wheezed.
“Eh? What?” Jeanie asked.
“Are you from England?” Stacy asked Colin.
“Yes! Yes i’m from bloody England!” Colin snapped.
“Oh we’ve met some nice boys from England over the years. What ever happened with any of them?” Jeanie asked stroking the gray hair on her chin, trying to remember.
A few minutes later Colin was sitting down on a couch in the nursing home looking bewildered as these three old biddies fawned over him.
“My granddaughter’s been to England. I’d love to hear about it if she ever came to visit me…” Jeanie rattled shaking her head.
Carol-Ann was snoring softly next to her.
“Who are you again?” Stacy asked him.
“Colin.” He said in exasperation.
“Oh that’s so cute! ‘Colin’...” Stacy quavered.
“Where are you staying young whippersnapper?” Jeanie asked.
“Oh I have no bloody idea. I might just go back to England and see which ones of my mates are still alive and kicking.” Colin groaned.
“Are you from England?” Stacy asked reaching a trembling hand up to touch his face.
“This might be a bit pushy… we’re so much older than you… you really should find some sweet young girls your own age… but boy if I were 60 years younger… i’d sure give you a run for your money!... eh? What was I saying again?” Jeanie asked blinking her sunken eyes.
“Call the nurse dearie… I poop muhself again…” Carol-Ann mumbled stirring awake.
“You were going to offer to have me stay with you…” Colin prompted though he didn’t look happy about it.
“Oh yes. You can stay in one of our rooms… we usually get up in the middle of the night and wander into each others beds by accident anyhoo…” Jeanie explained in a trembling voice.
“Most of the time without a stitch on!” Stacy quavered.
“That’s right, we’re always forgetting to put on our night gowns after the nurses give us our sponge bath…” Jeanie elaborates.
“Especially Harriet!” Carol-Ann muttered.
“Oh yes you haven’t met Harriet yet… she’s another friend of ours at the home here.” Jeanie explains.
“She’s the senile one!” Stacy says with a cackle.
“Oh SHE’S the senile one?” Colin asks rolling his eyes.
“So what do you say dearie? Stick around and keep some poor lonely old women warm for the night?” Jeanie asks raising a gray eyebrow.
“Ah why the fuck not? I’m just going to get sucked forward in time again in a minute…” Colin said shrugging.
There was a moment of silence as the old women wondered what he meant. Carol-Ann began to softly snore again and he could feel Jeanie’s wrinkled foot brushing against his leg and Stacy cuddled her puffy shriveled body against his arm as ‘old lady smell’ wafted past his nose.
“Oh christ, it’s not going to happen again this time is it? I’m stuck here. Christ!” Colin exclaimed.
“Oo you hear that ladies? And he’s a Christian…” Jeanie rattled adoringly.
“Cheers!” Carol-Ann quavered as her dentures slipped out of her mouth onto Colin’s lap.
kappa: *Mario dashes like a madman*
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