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| How did you know that. Don't tell my wife, or anyone for that matter. If you do I'll..... I'll..... do something! | |
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| Man, I just want to see some holiday spirit. That or I tell your wife. By the way, I have pictures. | |
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| What do you mean by all that Holiday Spirit crap? If it involves any singing on my part you can kiss my axe right now. | |
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| OH. YOU WANNA FIGHT. I'LL FUCK YOU UP. COME ON. LETS GO RIGHT NOW! | |
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I say it once, and I'll say it again. Santa is one scary man.
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| I told you. Im Santa. I'm fuckin magic and shit. Jeez, and I'm on the job too. Whatever.... fuck it. | |
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