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Isle bee sew blew chest thin king awe bough chew.
Gecko Russian sub bread dawn agreed Chrimma stray
Won me nor think deer, riff ewer naught tear width may.
Aisle lava blew hard take, that's sir ten,
An win doze blew hard take starter tin,
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Butt aisle lava blew, blew Chrimma.
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Butt aisle lava blew,
Blew, blew, blew Chrimma.
You have no idea how much fun this was, and all without benefit of alcohol or mind-altering substance of any kind!
'Tis definitely the season to be jowly, er, jolly.
You did say this was accomplished without alcohol, right? Perhaps that eggnog in the fridge (latin for cold) was spiked when you weren't looking?
ReplyDeleteYou're a fungi, Bob!
Ewe eight enough better sound hog!
ReplyDeletePam on the Hilltop, a fungi is what I have wanted to be my whole life. Thank yew! Thank yew verra much!
ReplyDeleteShooting Ian, hahahaha! I spotted a typo, I think. Did you mean round hog? But I'm still very appreciative, bee claws itcher thaw tack ounce.
I was going to answer in kind but it was just too much for my little brain. I decided to leave this comment real quick before I go put out the fire that is causing all the smoke from my ears.
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