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Jesus would surely wail like a tiny baby. Mother Mary may say to`Gandhi?

Please! Help! Gandhi! Will you change the cranky babes poop-pants today?

Jesus! Mary would might beg at the Foggy Bottom subway in DC. What a Place.

It's a great panhandle Place.. Ask Mother Mary? Ask Herod? What would Herod do?

Baby Jesus wails. Go to the George Washington Hospital and beg for a piece of pie. Peace

Gandhi. I hope you get full.

You no fool. Eat some Pies.

No cry. Change stinky pants.

Happy Christmas Day, okay.

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Those photos of convulsing mice are waiting,

O firs goodness sakes, for Natures crab lice!

The photos will be archives. Teach posterity!

Ugh. Maybe they will not get a Pulitzer. Ugh.

Crooks receive green teeth like Green Goose.

O they used Rudolph's Red Nose's Cliff Notes.

Yahoo, "great" "leaders" for the remembrance.

How'd crook crew of reprobates be so scums?

Gag. Heaven Gates Guard Pete's chicken coop!

St. Nick had No EGO grease-duck goober goo.

It's Christmas. O Barn. Darn baby Jesus is sad?

Herodotus was 5th cen. B.C. "Father of History"

Ya wonder what narrative he'd write of Today?

He compare a era to Herod Atipas? `Crucifier?

Herod the Great? A one who massacred babes?

Herod who lobbed off John the Baptist's head.

History records it: The Massacres of Innocents.

Baby Jesus was born in Herod the Great-Reign.

'Um Far Worst than a weaned shoat on platters?

They are real depraved war-mongers. Yes Baba.

These creeps would have been wise to digs coal.

Pursue politics? Be a renown Lier! A War-Monger.

~242.

I got You a Maryland Crab Mallet. You can be a judge.

Ya remind me of a Red Pincher Md., Crab with a Gavel.

Ya crab! Why Ya masquerading as a Red Crab Dancer?

Red, White and Blue, Striper Dancer, Ya bangs Bongo?

Mr. Bongo pays you with a extra Christmas Eve Bonus?

Yup. You get a 6- pack of Md, Afghanistan Root Beer.

O, I best go back and sip root beer and eat good pies.

Goodbye. I just wonder what baby Jesus was thinking.

Moses, Abraham, Mother Mary are wonderings what?

Oy all hell 242, slop-faced pro-lies, 242, Ya be cool.

Merry A Lie. Go bang Rush/Dick with Maryland crabs.

huh? Tsk. Maybe it's been said? I'm in and out. Yikes.

The P-38 I own weighs less than a toupee,

and about 242 pounds of a tempered steel.

It's in the male. Jebbie. You have the Wog?

You keep up a Wog. What's a Wog? harpie?

Harpie ask, and you never told her? O Wog?

Why? We can't wait 1000 more years. huh.

A P-38 can-opener has the blueberry jam.

When the female love-letter commenters

deliver a nifty P-38, pretend Ya @ bakery?

But You are too poor to buy. Ya No cookie?

Stand outside a Bake Shop glass window.

Smell the aromas. But, poor folk can lick.

While You sniffs baked cookies in a rain,

Be happy outside. Lick the P-38 & glass.

Gaze at cookie crumbs from the outside.

Remember. No law against windows licks.

Enjoy licking a P-38. It's Yummy dessert.

No eat a mouse. Eat chocolate 'mousse'.

Have a Happy Time getting Full. No Fool.

I am too yak yak today. okay. I gotta go shopping for tools.

But it's so fun to go to a High Mass and follow the sprinkles.

Yes. Get under a holy spray and hold the mouth wide opens.

Sniff incense fragrance too. Begin to sway in mass adoration.

If I'm invited to midnight mass, I'll sing loud until I'm kicked.

It's okay. It's a HiJoy sorta kick. I'll say: Whoopee at worships.

Mass means worship. HiJoy. Have a good day with natural Joy.

To complete male fantasy...

Maybe she does a hoola?

The hoola-hoop is back.

Serious. I just observed it.

Two college Ladies did it.

It was a gorgeous dance.

Awestruck. On a Solstice.

I got to buy a hoolahoop.

Yup. Tempered pitchfork.

Slippery here with a sleet.

Observation Galore @ UT.

The last frame:`I smiled to notice the red hat was borrowed from Good Cary Tennis.

A maids friend ofTom Tomorrow, wow, maybe if a nation is Lucy. The rubber ducky?

The same-same, sane one. Ay sane one who serves Pokey cooked snoozer puppies?

Harpy Day.

The frame I like the best was:`"You'll never get away with this you--you (shriveled)

Scrotum! Ho Ho Ho. Buy a cute red hat. Steal a 'shrinks' here @ Salon from Cary T.?

I gotta buy a pitchfork gift.

Ay! Buy good garden tools.

Buy a Steel Tempered tool.

No tease. Honest. Oh, Sleet.

It is slippery ducks weather.

Bake the shoo fly pecan pie.

Yummy. Eat butter cookies.

O Hoe field Tom Tomorrow.

The folk You know-Love Ya.

Politico need T.T.'s O Gimme.

Tell them the truth. Ya Okay.

If You don't they stay FOOLS.

Fill up. Fuel up with Cookies.

A End of ERROR. Yikes. Gads.

Pointus said it it as clear as a bell. It ripples and sound throughout the universe. Listen.

Warrantless Surveillance. Detention. Torture. FISA. Heinous. Projection of their inwards.

Who is a Terrorist? Hmm.

Appalling. 'Um Scrounges.

Pole Cats. Lewd Strippers.

Bunch of mongrel jackals.

Hyenas. Cockers Spaniels.

Tars Babies. Great Dames.

Dash-Hound Whine-Pups.

Collies. Poodles. Snoozers.

O Looser. Boozers. Wastrel.

Weasel. Baloney. Depraved.

Oy Dobermans. Intimidates.

Trials. Send. Oy Jail inmates.

What cat and terrier doggies.

What Projection: Oh, Vile Bile!

Jackal. Scrounge Hyena. Hens.

Plucked chickens. Cray Cackle.

Stop the killing binges. Psycho.

And NO forget to pray? O Hells.

Yep. It's written. Reap what sow.

O Pitiful. Modern Beelzebub dogs.

Fox. Beware. Same-Same. Shame.

That's the truth. Politician. Phooey.

Oy! Then they will beg for a Pulitzer?

O well, the eulogy will be a final Word.

O Fools. SWAT. Happy Dooms Day OHO.

Well, it made me feel better. Happy Day.

Whatever. Any-hoot, Be Merry all Season.

Don't feel sad for the scrounge dogs? Gad.

I am trying to say:`Best Wishes dear Friends.