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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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| And you really can't get off that thing? | |
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| No, and stop staring at my crotch. | |
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