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I want to have a pot of mes

for Christmas. I'll have a pot of mes

with you. I don't want to doll. No dinky dinky tie. I want to have a pot of mes

to play with. I can't wait until I can get a direct

blind to your children's MJ and yours hold it at some day because I'm going to

teach them the most annoying Christmas song. I want it by man.

And things that just over and over and everyone's like, oh, but it's Christmas

shoes. Christmas shoes is the worst one. It's not. It's I want to have a pot of

mes for Christmas. That is the underlying goat of the worst of Christmas. Yeah. Also

that one that goes daddy lick my toes. It's Chris. Is that one you wrote for

Winnie because I know you love writing songs about her little toes and her

little feet daddy kiss the ground. It's

time in a dirty bathtub. Oh God. That the water drank till new year. Christmas is

canceled. We have decided. I haven't asked you holding or MJ, but I have decided

for all of us. Holidays are canceled. I'm done for you. You're done. Yeah. I think

Jackie's done. We all check it in over here. Yeah.

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