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Twas the month before Christmas ...
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| I am going to dog Buttonman forever. | |
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| HEY, Jackass, leave MY species out of your Drama Queen whining. | |
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| YOU need to quit worrying about Buttonman and start worrying about getting some money made. | |
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| I do OK at the flea market. Christmas is coming and somebody should be buying my stuff. | |
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| I got ex-booker Wilson's present ready Santa. It's the usual. | |
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| 40 lumps of coal again. I woinder what he does with all that coal? He doesn't have a stove to burn it in. | |
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