Santa was real. Until he forgot my present - Chuck Norris
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Park under the billboard at your own risk
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Right, we picked up the gold and the myrrh. What on earth is that?
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Look at him. Works one day a year. Spends the rest of it judging you. Santa.
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Living with two girls, what it's really like
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