"As this wonderful year, draws to an end, I send this note to family and friend, so thankful are we for blessings galore, like Charlie's fiancée, a lady, not a w h o r e. And young master Jake is growing like a weed, he makes us all proud, not a waste of my seed. He tried his darnedest in every class, and made tenth grade by the skin of his ass. And our sweet mother Evelyn had a small operation, her secret garden needed rejuvenation. And what about the author of this Christmas poem? He's healthy and happy in his beautiful home, and while some might argue that he's just a leech, It bothers him not, he lives at the beach."
"Happy Holidays from the Happy Harpers."
Alan: What do you think?
Charlie: You're sad, pathetic, lonely and blue. If I gave a rat's ass, I'd worry about you.
"Happy Holidays from the Happy Harpers."
Alan: What do you think?
Charlie: You're sad, pathetic, lonely and blue. If I gave a rat's ass, I'd worry about you.
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