It's Christmas Eve. In case you need any last minute shopping advice, I've got you covered...
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| A Clockwork Christmas? |
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| Was this a thing? Anyone? I can't decide if this is genius or disgusting. |
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| ...and now I want chicken. |
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| Don't disappoint Bob! |
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| She WILL be happier with a Hoover, especially if give her that instead of this next gift... |
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| SEE?!?!?! |
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| Because nothing says Merry Christmas like a carton of cigarettes. |
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| Except maybe a carton of cigarettes endorsed by a future President. |
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| Or, you know, cigarettes that won't make Santa's throat scratchy. Ho, Ho, HACK! |
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| Because you're going to need to freshen your breath after all those cigarettes. |
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| I have nothing snarky to say about this. Nothing but love for Sammy. And Alka-Seltzer. |
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