FROSTY THE PERVERT BY: ZOMBIE ZANE

Hello Dead End Horror fans that aspire to be underwear models and antichrist’s. What’s good? Okay, so this post is gonna be a little bit different. There’s a fuckin’ surprise, huh? Anyway, I was gonna do a movie review, but decided against it at the last moment. Why? Let me explain before you piss and moan.

One more thing, this post really has not jack shit to do with anything horror. I know, I know, you’re askin’ what the fuck are you doin’ Zombie Zane? Well allow me to retort. Now I know that you have come to expect horror and gross shit. But not to worry, I got the gross shit covered. 

With the holiday season approaching, as you know, we, at DEH have been doing Christmas themed horror movies. Kinda giving you an alternative to the hum-drum old-school Christmas movies. So I thought that it would be a good idea to share with you some nasty versions of Christmas music. So, if you hold these songs sacred, then this is where you should fuck off outta here.

Now for me, I find these songs funny as shit. But then again, I have a really morbid sense of humor. So without further ado, here are some nasty as hell Christmas songs that you can sing around the piano while sipping some egg nog. Enjoy!

HAH! That was awesome! Ok, let's try this one...

 

Well, that was just aces! I love it! See, see how much fun an alternative Christmas can be! Let's do another one, yes?

YIKES! Have you laughed yet? I hope so. Told ya I had the gross and raunchy shit covered. Are you offended? I hope so! Here's another carol!

I LOVE IT! The first part was my favorite. I made Sasha listen to all these last night. Especially this next one. Check it out....

LOVE ME SOME FARTS! Farts are still funny! Ok, Last one and then I gotta go. Places to see and people to do, but let's enjoy this one before we say good-bye....

LOL! Wasn't this fun? I do love some Christmas music. Anyway, that's all I got for today. Be sure and go and visit Sasha. She's most likely roasting Chet's nuts on an open fire. If it ain't Chet, I'm sure it's Brad...or Steve...or...who knows. But I'm sure she's roasting something. 

So until tomorrow, take care, stay a-scared and I am out! Peace peace and between the sheets grease!