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Miss Hiss - 2006-12-01 20:27:26
Someone gave me a collection of oven mitts (from Harrods, I believe) as a present once, about 10 years ago. I still have them - they're in perfect virginal uncorrupted mint condition, in fact. May I send them to you as part of a Pointless Gifts Exchange Programme? Now, chin up, missy, and put on that happy package-opening face - you can thank me later. Love, R xxx
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Meany - 2006-12-01 20:53:25
You forgot the "humbug!" after that, you know. And since I am That Girl who loves everything about Christmas except the obnoxious holiday shoppers, whom I hate with a fiery passion and hope will die of being trampled by other obnoxious shoppers, I will attempt to be extra-holiday-cheerful and dedicate it to you in the form of some iTunes. Just tell me how to go about gifting them, a'ight? Merry Christmahanukwanzaaka!
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le-fart - 2006-12-01 23:07:09
I saw some real cool ovenmitts this year, they were red, and, gloves, well, and, quilted, just, normal, and then with white thin reindeer on, or a snowflake or something. They looked like the bomb to me! Anyway. Hey, Humbug is german! It means crap ,as in talking crap. What kind of a humbug is this! For example. (speak it hoomboog, but the second oo short.)
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Andy Land - 2006-12-04 13:14:04
Nothing wrong with hating Christmas. Never apologize nor try to defend yourself for something like that. You've got every right to dislike Christmas, especially since it kinda sucks most of the time. A whole lotta hype for a day off from work. Anyway, I was just stopping by to thank you for listening to the Golfwidow/Andy Martello podcast. very cool of you. It is appreciated!
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awittykitty - 2006-12-05 01:05:46
Try smiling at a different variation of the same striped sweater with matching striped scarf I get every year from my favorite aunt. STRIPES!!!!! EVERY YEAR FOR THE LAST 15 YEARS! I could open my own Striped Sweater Boutique. At least hunters can see me in the woods and won't think I'm a deer and shoot me. There's always that.
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