But something more along the line of a costume...
Nope, that that kind. You're wrong again. No one will ever confuse me with Santa, so a red suit gets me nothing but some strange looks. And sure, we're both usually in a good mood, but I don't have his chubbiness and he doesn' t have my bald spot.
To create my costume this year, I needed a few easy to get ingredients. Here they are:
- a cup of lack of sleep, chopped finely
- two ounces of immaturity, lightly browned and salted
- a dash of stress
- one pore, nicely clogged
If you're coming out to my house for the holidays, just follow the red light.
Rudy, ... er, ...Norm
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