Thank Christ for my cunt

Joseph may never have gotten a look-in at Mary's cunt but I'm sure he'd be delighted to know that, all these years later, the birth of the darling little bastard Jesus has delivered to me a gorgeous cunt purse which I shall love in all ways except (perhaps) the Biblical.

Yes! Hallelujah! I was lost, penniless, desperately scraping coins from the floor when kakariki looked down upon me and said 'Behold! Casey! Do not despair!'


Gather about you all your little ones and store them in this divine cunt-purse which I have miraculously called forth as a Christmas gift for thee from the interweb...


And ye shall find peace and joy...


And so it was said, and so it was done.

Merry Cuntmas, Amen.