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| Happy Birthday, Jesus! Santa sends his love...and this present. | |
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| That milk-swilling glory hound? Put it with the others. | |
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| ...and I want a doggy, and another leg for Jimmy, and a seashell, and a Polly Perky Tits dolly, and... | |
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| For the last time, I'm not Santa!! Now go play in Saddam's bunker. | |
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| Jesus, you just won't believe the hit you've made around here. You are all we talk about, the wonder of the year... | |
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| When I get back, Neeley and Webber are going to get a crucifix where I don't shine. | |
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