Get Your Dirty Santa Claus Christmas Cards Now!

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Two former ad guys, Brandon Burns and Justin Winslow, are having a bit of fun this holiday season with a Fab store dedicated to dirty Santa Claus holiday cards.

The store describes the offerings thusly, “He sneaks down chimneys, invites children to sit on his lap, and no one thinks anything of it. The jig is up, old man. These comically risqué cards from Dirty Santa’s Workshop reveal the truth: Ol’ St. Nick has been a very bad boy.”

So if you want to make your friends and relatives laugh (or scream in horror) this year, head over to Dirty Santa’s Workshop and grad yourself a few dirty cards.

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