Clark, that's the gift that keeps on giving the whole year.Word of warning though, if he does lay into ya, it's best to just let 'im finish. You don't want him around if you're wearing short pants, if you know what I mean. If the mood catches him right, he'll grab your leg and just go to town. He's cute ain't he? Only problem is, he's got a little bit a Mississippi leg hound in 'im.If you don't mind my askin', how much did she set you back? Clark, I'd like to try to fumigate this here chair, it's a good quality item.I got the daughter in the clinic, gettin' cured off of the Wild Turkey, and the older boy, bless his soul is preparing for his career. I don't know if I oughta go sailin' down no hill with nothin' between the ground and my brain but a piece of government plastic.Tha right there is a RV, I got it off my buddy of mine.If that thing had nine lives, he just spent 'em all.Remember, don't try this at home kids I am a professional. Going for a new amateur recreational saucer sled land speed record, Clark W.I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! And I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, bloodsucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! HALLELUJAH! HOLY SHIT! Where's the Tylenol? I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one.And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving.I dedicate this house to the Griswold Family Christmas.Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Well I'm gonna park the cars and get the luggage, and well, I'll be outside for the season.

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