Greetings creeps and friends, what’s new?  It’s almost the oldblackgoat’s winter break from school in which I can run wild, wake and bake, drink several pots of black coffee and smoke all the high grade hash I can get my greasy little paws on while simultaneously entertaining all you ridiculous fools.

Since I’ve been on a bit of a holiday jam session with the Trash/Thrash Tuesdays, I thought I would hit you guys where it hurts today with a little Type O Negative because, let’s be real here – who wouldn’t want to find a very nude Pete Steele under their holiday tree, potentially holding that giant ass moose cock of his and wearing a Santa hat?  Literally every woman and a lot of men would want this.

Did you know that if you want to get the Playgirl issue that Pete Steele was in it costs like $200?!  That’s NERTZ.  I want to find a copy and frame the images in beautiful gothic frames and hang them in my bathroom.  You know, for when my mom comes over.  Everyone loves a guy with a horse cock.

So, for many of you, you might not know that Type O Negative did a gothic holiday song..  and that’s where the oldblackgoat has got your back this week!  Turns out they did infact write a moany gothic number about loss at Christ’s Mass time, and it’s fucking borderline arousing.  I knew I blew my own mind over finding this little gem, because I didn’t even know it existed, and damn..  I would definitely not be adverse to sitting in my black clawfoot bathtub drinking red wine and listening to this hung over on Christ’s Mass morning.  Actually..  I will do just this.  Solid idea.  Gorgeous planning.  Don’t you just love it when shit like this all falls into place?

If you don’t like Type O Negative, you can fuck off.

 

 

Wake up, it’s Christmas mourn,
Those loved have long since gone.

The stocking are hung but who cares?
preserved for those no longer there.

six feet beneath me sleep.

Black lights hang from the tree,
accents of dead holly.

Whoa mistletoe
(It’s growing cold)
I’m seeing ghost,
(I’m drinking old)
Red water
Red water
(Red water)
Red water chase them away.

My tables been set for but seven,
just last year I dined with eleven.

goddamn ye
merry gentlemen

Whoa mistletoe
(It’s growing cold)
I’m seeing ghosts
(I’m drinking old)
Red water
Red water
(Red water)
Red water chase them away.

(Chase them away)
(Don’t chase them away)

 

So that’s it for this week little friends.  If you want to have a very happy and NSFW holidays, please scroll down.  Thank me later.

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