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When my lips tried to sing, they were touched by the ghost of Christmas Past. "Deck the halls with balls"...the wine had gone to her head, so she gathered her robes, mounted the window sill, and screamed,"bring me a kiss me ass tree!!"
sorry to disapoint you, but nothin' special there, where do you think toilet paper's from?
From Canada of course! Either Canada or Sweden.
I can route for both because my godchildren are there and I love swedish music. When the soccer game was on I didn't know who to celebrate so being a diplomat I cheered for both teams.
That way when the supporter of the losing teams were rounded up and shot, I could argue that I was
in fact only a messenger with wings on my heels, carrying a caduseus.
