mmyers
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| Christmas is right around the corner and I've barely done any shopping. I have to buy presents for all my coworkers and all my family and all the malls are going to be packed. | |
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| Plus I have to worry about parties and engagements and trying not to offend my Jewish friends. I need to get the decorations out of the attic. Also I need to start my diet so I won't bloat out. | |
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| Then I have to worry about coffee cakes, fruit cakes, chocolate cakes, pastries, pies, cobblers, fruit salads, bunt cakes, home made breads, ice cream, homemade icecream, croissants... | |
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| Not to mention egg nog, mixed drinks, margaritas, martinis, high balls, shooters, jello shots, moonshine, speed, marijuana, opium, cocaine, speedballs, crack, heroin, nitrious oxide, hand grenades... | |
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| Damn woman, shut up! I'm trying to play solitaire on my computer and all I can hear is your bitching and moaning. You know what you need, Cathy? A deep dickin'. It'll clear your head right up. | |
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Three old ones
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| Hey, watch where you're going, jerk. | |
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| I wouldn't push your luck, mac. You should just count yourself lucky that I'm in a good mood. | |
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| Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it? | |
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| Well, doc, if this turns physical, I'd be forced to drop an anvil on your head, wrap your hair in dynamite, and push you off the side of a cliff. *munch munch* | |
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| So then the guy grabs the rabbit and just start nailing him in the face and the whole time the rabbit's screaming, "That's all folks, that's all folks!" | |
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| Oh no Bugs, I think my husband just came home! | |
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| Porky's home? I thought he was away on business. No problem. I'll just hop in my rabbit hole and hide. So long, tootes. | |
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| That wasn't your rabbit hole, Bugs. | |
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| So when I pulled the wig off and Daffy realized that I wasn't a girl rabbit, he cried like a little bitch. Hahaha! What a maroon! Oh, here he comes. Shhh. hehehe. | |
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| So Daffy, out huntin' wabbits? Hehehehe. | |
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| You're dispicable. I hate you both. *sob* | |
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--- Peeing sitting down is the gift you give yourself.
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