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Santa calls the police on a crackhead.

It doesn't end well.

Well, that sounds like a precarious scenario.

I think you should make sure that crackhead has a white Christmas and give them all the crack they could ever want.

That's so true. that's so true.

That's so true.

What's Santa got in a sack?

Uh-oh.

Crack.

By the way, this is a, this is a real life story sent in by the R slash O KOP shows subreddit's

very own Fluffy Kenzo.

Fluffy Kenzo.

So big shout to Fluffy Kenzo. I appreciatezo. I'm pointing at you at the camera. But most of you are probably listening audio. We hear you and we love you and we can't rate to read your story. That's right. And now on to the crackhead. Let's do it. Let's hear this crackhead. I was looking through my old yearbook from fifth grade and it triggered a rather funny

memory. Okay. I 20 male have graduated high school two years ago now. But back when I was in fifth

grade, I had the most strange and funny encounter with a lady high on crack. Ah, crack high. I love

crack high. It's my favorite kind of high. At the time, my old house was in front of a park where the bus stop was for school. Me and this other kid were the only ones at the stop. I don't remember his name. So I'll call him. Crackhead. Timmy. Timmy the crackhead. Has a ring to it. Yeah, it does. You see, Timmy is a little strange.

Uh-oh.

He had a weird obsession with Nikki Minaj when she was a pop star, not doing as much rap like she does now.

Okay.

Not that strange to be.

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