Twas the night before Christmas when all through the barrel.

Not a podcaster was recording, not even Mormons with a Christmas Carol.

Tomorrow's the day to hang out with family and for those whom they care,

in the hopes that none of those jerks would give them a box of

underwear. Merry Christmas and happy holidays from all of us to all of you.

We hope you get lots of games that make you sports stars,

super soldiers, and masters of Kung Fu.

Remember when I said there was no Christmas carol?

That was a lie.

Here's a holiday treat from Smelly Pirate and Dogs Die.

Yo, yeah, you know we're on that dope shoo dish.

Suckus, suck a scka, scka, scka, picka, picka, picka, picka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bicka bick. Yeah, you know how it goes. Sing along.

Bass in your face, not in a track,

getting it good to the woods so that...

Nah, that's not up.

All right. Now, here's not it. All right now.

Now, here's a little story I got to tell about three bet brothers, you know, so. No, dogs are, how does it go again?

It was the night before Christmas I was browsing the net when I hopped on a site that I will never

forget it had a big red barrel and that was its name funny articles and podcasts about

video games don't forget all the videos that are so slick that the number one

viewer is old Saint Nick, but I digest and now it's time to explore the best sight to

visit on the birth of our Lord. So I hopped on the forms to give a Christmas

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