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I mean, if I'm gonna sing the song that MJ hates, I'm gonna take another. So we got

it to kill him. Yep, this is how we're starting it. Is it the holidays? Wait, you've

already sung the song I hate, which is Christmas shoes. What else is there?

It was a time when I was sure. Oh, I would truly want that our future

was forever and would never come undone. I'm playing the fake piano, but we came so close

to being close and though you can't fall me, this distance in your eyes tonight says

when you're snoring. I'm fast. This is me fast-forwarding my VHS.

It's not the Christmas Carol. It's a 10-year-old knowing this. You better get your hats in order

and MJ because we are going to be singing that song tonight because this is

coming out tomorrow and we're going to be watching them up at Singalong and if

you miss it on my Twitch, I will post it over on the Patreon because we're

going to get our fucking sing on and if I don't get into a goddamn holiday mood,

I swear God, everybody is in trouble. There's going to be spankings, it's

consensual spankings. It's different as an adult and I will be giving them out.

What if we watch the version where they cut that song out? I don't know it until

we've started it and we can't restart it because we're already in the middle of

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