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| Ahh, Joey, my most trusted and loyal elf, What is the schedual for next years load? | |
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| How the fuck am I meant to know you fat bearded git, I quit yesterday to go and live in the caribean, whilst making vigarous love to your wife | |
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| Oh well. At least Ive still got you Prancer, the most lovable and sweet creature amoungst all the beings of this world | |
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| Are you a bloody sausage jockey or summin, no- wonder your wife left you for a green scaley alien.... I quit and all!, you can shove this job right up yer chunky behind.. Im off to blow up Russia. | |
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| Well at midst of all these let downs Im having, at least Im safe in the knowledge that ill always have my faithfull christmas tree to talk to whenever things may get heavy or stressfull, I love you ! | |
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