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J-Roderton

Member
Thanksgiving is over so it’s officially cool to Christmas-up avatars.

I can’t photoshop but I used this link if anyone wants a quick Santa hat:


Or make your own, or be a Scrooge.
 

GeorgPrime

Banned
Thanksgiving is over so it’s officially cool to Christmas-up avatars.

I can’t photoshop but I used this link if anyone wants a quick Santa hat:


Or make your own, or be a Scrooge.

Now we can create a digital Neogaf calendar with 24 of the most cringy posts lol
 

ManaByte

Gold Member
Now we can create a digital Neogaf calendar with 24 of the most cringy posts lol

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quickwhips

Member
The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
 
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SLoWMoTIoN

Unconfirmed Member
This is neat for all the people that don't have a folder for Christmas avatars.
 

Nitty_Grimes

Made a crappy phPBB forum once ... once.
The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.

Dont eat after midnight okay?
 
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