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 | So what horrible depressing insight do you have for today, Christmas Day? | |
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| Ah, screw it. Just for twelve days a year we can act like something other than retards, drunken jocks, depressed loners and achingly cool failures | |
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| Merry Christmas Mike | |
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| Merry Christmas Floyd. By the way, are you ever going to get around to finishing that slow-motion onanistic act you're clearly halfway though? | |
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