Now that winter has put an end to Strip-sleepin', the next best thing is Sacked Santa!
Frosty had a melt-down a few months ahead of schedule. The wicker polar bear is sniffin' for sno-cones.
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-Hunter S. Thompson
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3 comments:
Quick, steal the presents!
First!
It's all about the presents!
Merry X and Happy NY, Mr. Scum.
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