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Santa and Banta are riding through the desert on their horses. As they ride along, Banta smells something horrible. He stops his horse and turns around.
He says, "Hey, you **** your pants?"
Santa says, "No."
He believes him and they keep riding. As they go on, the smell gets worse. The smell is so bad, flys begin to swarm. Banta stops his horse and turns around.
He then says, "Are you sure you did not **** your pants?"
Santa, "Yes, I am sure."
They keep going and now the smell is getting to be unbearable. Santa is swatting the flys away. Banta stops his horse and gets off his horse. He then says, "Get of your horse. Pull down your pants. I thought you said you did not **** your pants?"
Santa replies, "I thought you meant today!"
He says, "Hey, you **** your pants?"
Santa says, "No."
He believes him and they keep riding. As they go on, the smell gets worse. The smell is so bad, flys begin to swarm. Banta stops his horse and turns around.
He then says, "Are you sure you did not **** your pants?"
Santa, "Yes, I am sure."
They keep going and now the smell is getting to be unbearable. Santa is swatting the flys away. Banta stops his horse and gets off his horse. He then says, "Get of your horse. Pull down your pants. I thought you said you did not **** your pants?"
Santa replies, "I thought you meant today!"