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| Hello, little Bobby. Why don't you come in for some cookies and cocoa! Santa has a BIG present for you! | |
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| Okay, Santa, here we are in your bedroom with the door locked. Where's my BIG present? | |
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| I'll give it to you real soon. Now just turn around, close your eyes, and take off all your clothes.... | |
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I don't like where this was going...
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| So remember kids, the moral of this story is: smoke as much marijuana as you can! And then kill your parents, steal their money, and buy more pot! The End! | |
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