Where I attempt to wish a happy holidays to everyone with the cats.
by Cary Vaughn (2014)
Taking calls again? You discovered the Prozac-crumbled-in-Chardonnay-trick, didn’t you?
Found you just the right thing for the holidays–and they had your size! Have a merry.
It is once again open season. Besides, the wackos give me something to write about.
All that attention is like heroin, it’s fun until you have to go cold turkey. Recidivism rates skyrocket end of year.
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