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| Oh no! It's Christmas and global warming has left me dressed too warmly to make the run! What am I gonna do?! | |
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| The Bradsicle is here! No need to thank me, just leave a little somethin' somethin' in my stocking, big guy! | |
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| Uh, some sunscreen and my speedo would've been sufficient. We're in - | |
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| Fer chrissakes, Santa. You know what I want for Christmas? I want Tahiti to be fucking Tahiiti again! I can't feel my vulva. | |
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