HNT: 'Tis The Season

X-mas Stocking
X-mas Stocking
Originally uploaded by Ben aka "lightnyn".
Recently, Mark challenged me to make a return to HNT as part of his ongoing campaign to get me to post more often. Of course, I'm usually trying to bare my soul, not my body, in this blog. But 'tis the season, I suppose, and if a half-nekkid picture of me is what Mark is hoping for from Santa this year, who am I to deny him? You'll notice that my stocking is... hung. I'll leave it to your imagination what it will be filled with on Christmas morning...

Do you think I was more naughty or nice?

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