This year, the Elf was going to eat another elf.
This year, the Elf was going to eat another elf.
Enthusiasm not included.
It breaks my heart to remember it this way, but it’s true.
Hal Linden alive? I’m going to Google it.
He had about ten different first words all at once.
Caviar? Grey Poupon? Check and check.
You read that right. He laid down on their baby.
I went to bed three hours ago.
Fruit salad. Yummy, yummy.
The master is tapping my arm, he must want food.
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