Book your ticket to happiness with Sun Express Airlines. Whoa Oh, listen to that. Sounds like you go's horians have been practicing. Practicing without old

Glen obviously, none of your boys gave me a call that let me know there was a ban practice earlier.

I would have shown up if I got the call, but anyway.

I was touring down the road and I made a turn that wasn't right. I found myself lost a drift in the Minnesota night.

When all my hope was lost in a deep-rooted chill, there appeared a festive mansion decked and trim upon the hill.

The fire looked so warm, the party glowed with joyous light, and just a smiling at his

mansion door, saw a grappling spright, clad in Christmas sweater, was this

Minnetonka shooter.

He's got 30 years born and bred, a barn brawling tutor.. He said he's the only reason that Christmas Day is here.

No, Santa won't be going over, burned again this year.

Am I N-N-E-S-O-T-A.

The H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S-A, that's Christmas Day.

The E-R-N-E-A-W-A-A-E-W-A-T-T-T-T-S-T-S-T-S-T-S-T-E-S-S-T-S-S-S-T-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-T-S-S-T-E-S-S-T-S-T-E-E-A-W-A-T'S-A-S-A-T'S, A-O-O-O Has anyone seen old Ron Trongard at the party? I sure left, oh my God, he's face down in the punchable.

Mr. Belushi, Mr. Belushi, would you mind just to lift it up?

Oh, Greg, it's you just, Greg, I don't know if you can't, but you can't,

but you summon the strength of lift that drug out of the man out of the punch bowl?

It's this one wild party.

Now, with this back to the corner, stood a Hulk of a man. mustache, homey t-shirt, darting eyes and tan, said,

Verde won't let me run wild, I'm a trendsetter, so fuck old Vern, fuck his towns, and fuck his Christmas sweater.

Vern's smile took us 90 presents that nimble little looter.

He only welcome Hulk to dinner because Kathy needs the suitor.

And I really hope that Larry Nelson just stays out in his car.

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