Doc here, a man who some say loves all the grand holiday traditions: decorating the tree, Christmas shopping, and having sexy ladies reach deep into Santa's Secret Sack for a Christmas surprise.
But two traditions stand tall here at The Journal of Adult Theaters...
But two traditions stand tall here at The Journal of Adult Theaters...
The first is the hanging of The Wreath of Khan. At The Journal's HQ, nestled deep in The Valley near the small women's liberal arts college, all the Lizardo's gather 'round as we hang the Wreath of Khan on The Journal's front door.
The other grand holiday tradition is the reading of The Night Before Christmas. This version is slightly different as one might suspect (Rated R for harsh language and sexual situations).
Here, to add to your holiday experience, please enjoy...
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Lizardo HQ
Not a hotwife was stirring, no cause for hullabaloo;
The fishnet stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that The Good Doctor soon would be there;
The theater patrons were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of GBs & bukkake danced in their heads;
And a smokeshow in her thong, and I in my lab coat & cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the parking lot of that local adult theater,
I sprang up to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of a sexy young smokeshow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Lizardo 4000, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old paesan, ringing a bell,
I knew in a moment it must be Doctor L.
More rapid than zippers this was the game,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, TWIZZLER! now, QUIRKY GIRL! now, SIMONE and MRS. BIG O!
On, AMAZING LIZ! on KIM_IN_PUBLIC! on, JEAN and GLORYHOLE NANCY!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now flash away! flash away! flash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top these sexy women flew,
With a black SUV full of sex toys, and Dr. L too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a little squeal
The prancing and pawing of each little high heel.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Lizardo came with a bound.
He was dressed all in lab coat why we don't know,
What's that on his sleeve - thank God it's just snow;
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- hidden behind shades, and his mustache-rides how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, what was he, a consigliere!
The strain on his lab coat had taken quite a toll,
And the hair of his 'stache was as dark as the coal;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; no time for a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his SUV, to his vixens gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard Dr. Lizardo exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
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Merry Christmas everyone!
Thanks,
Doc
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