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| To me, Christmas means cooking up a feast for family and friends...an endless, numbing day of scrubbing, grating, peeling, chopping, slicing, and dicing, until my fingers bleed, and like a tortured slave, my mind spirals into a dark psychotic pit of hell where the voices in my head begin screaming "Shoot me, please, somebody just fucking shoot me!" | ||
| 'Tis the Season! | ||
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