We shared a bowl of sugar, did some shots of brown liquor, played with my shotguns, field-dressed a cat, looked for women...
Wait. Judy was the name of the waitress at the restaurant last night.
Some waitress gave you pajamas?
Bee sting. Evidently I'm allergic. It almost killed me. But, the guy at the emergency room said that eventually the swelling will go down. I hope.
Well, he could be listening to records jumping up and down on his bed wearing a red hat and galloshes.
I don't care what Neil's doing. Where's Charlie?
Reindeer up on the roof... Santa suit laying on the ground... Guy fell... not my fault... Reindeer on the roof... THAT is hard to explain...
Look, I am lactose intolerant! And I'm just about *this* close to taking all those presents back up the chimney... *you're supposed to drink the milk*
I ran real late today. You wouldn't BELIEVE the traffic out here. Hey, same to you! And that's not very ladylike!
