mmyers
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| Look, Christmas tree, there isn't an easy way to say this...so I'm just going to give you this piece of paper and let you figure it out. | |
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| A letter. "Dear Christmas tree, there's no easy way to say this, so I wrote you a letter. You're fired. With loving regards, your boss." | |
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| Oooh! If I had eyebrows, or even eyes for that matter, everyone would see I'm very angry. For now, I'll just shake. Gosh I'm angry. | |
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| Telly, I've never seen you this fired up before. | |
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| I'm mad, Hillary, firey mad! | |
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| What are you going to do? | |
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| I'm going to have it out with this Filing Clerk guy. If he's not lucky, I just may forget that I'm a Christmas tree and go oak tree on his ass. | |
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| Telly! Look, you're getting yourself all dried up. Your needles are turning brown. Have some water. | |
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| I don't need water, Hillary. I don't even care what my needles look like or how hard it is for the vacuum to suck them up. I'm mad! | |
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| That crazy Christmas tree is outside in the parking lot yelling for you. | |
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| I can't tell. He doesn't have eyes or eyebrows so it's hard to say. He's shaking off a lot of needles, though. | |
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| Allright, where are...when did we get a forrest in the parking lot? | |
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| Allright jerk, you and Telly are going to have it out, Thunderdome style. ONE TREE AND ONE HUMAN ENTER, ONLY ONE TREE OR HUMAN LEAVES! | |
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| Fine, let's do this. I only have a half hour left of my lunch break. | |
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| Oh, you'll be broken allright. Come on out, Telly. Give this guy the business...Telly? | |
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| Hey Filing Clerk, I threw away that old Christmas tree that was rotting in the parking lot. Threw him in the grinder. | |
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| Thanks Ted. See ya around. | |
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| Sure thing. Say, where'd this fucking forest come from? | |
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| Mrs. Christmas tree, I regret to inform you that your husband has been recycled. | |
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| If it makes you feel any better, he died very bravely...if you consider dying in a mulcher brave, which I do. | |
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| Thanks Mr Filing Clerk. Please, stay with me tonight, comfort me, prune me, make me feel like a sapling again. | |
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| Um, I'm married...yet, you are a tree and I don't think sleeping with a tree would be considered cheating. | |
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| We have a saying in the tree community. "Once you sleep with a tree, you'll never leave." Of course that may be the gin and the fact that I'm horny talking. | |
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--- Peeing sitting down is the gift you give yourself.
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