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Hey, have you ever noticed that it's always MEN picking their noses in the car at stop lights?
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On top of the sales, Valve also has a contest designed to entice you to purchase additional games. Here are today’s objectives for Steam’s The Great Gift Pile Contest.
So, does anything look good today?
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The Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the castle,
All that could be heard was the sound of boobie tassels,
Silk stockings were hung on Helga with care,
In hopes that some man-meat soon would be there.
Helga laid seductively on top of her bed,
While visions of sausages danced in her head;
With Heinrich defeated and Zemph dead,
Helga decided it was time that she wed.
When down in the dungeon, there arose such a clatter,
Helga sprang from her bed wielding chicken in batter.
Down the winding stairs she flew like a flash,
Tore open her blouse and undid her sash.
She stripped off her clothes exposing a teddy,
It was apparent to all that Helga was ready.
When what to her wandering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver with a nice firm rear,
Helga knew in a moment that her man-meat was here.
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On top of the sales, Valve also has a contest designed to entice you to purchase additional games. Here are today’s objectives for Steam’s The Great Gift Pile Contest.
So, does anything look good today?
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I was also attempting to devise ways in which I could ensure that a piece of morning postery would find its way onto this website at a reasonable, morning-y hour if it didn't return. My laptop had been charged, but couldn't access the internet without electricity. My phone could, but was completely out of juice. So, I turned on my laptop and began siphoning whatever charge I could to my phone via a USB cable, with the hope that I'd have enough time to crippled-ly scrawl a "HELLO" to you all before the phone-juice was sapped. Fortunately, after six hours, electricity returned to my heart and electrical appliances. What sweet relief.
It's Christmas Eve. I'm sitting by a roaring fire and a snoozing dog with pine needles occasionally finding their way onto my slipper-edges. I hope you have a very pleasant few days of turning into a slightly heavier version of your former self. In celebration, here's a video that appears to be made out of an amalgamation of intense Christmas spirit and an enthusiastic Geocities page.
