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| You have six months, Friends. You know what I'm talkin' about! |
Well, I know this bugs the daylights outta you when I do this, but I'm contractually obligated to remind you that you're down to just six shopping months before you-know-what. Do ya need me to spell it out for ya, 'cause I will! ... No? Splendid.
What's that? ... Oh, the contract that I'm obligated to is with me. But I will not break that contract. Nosiree. If ya can't trust yourself to keep a contract with you, then who can you really count on, Friends?! Think about it!
So that's why I'm gonna keep my promise to me and use every twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth of the month, just what day it is, and how many more twenty-fourths and twenty-fifths there are until the day I look forward to, all year long.
It's really for you, Friends. I don't wantchya to be caught unawares when that magical Eve and Day turn up. I don't wantchya scramblin' to buy presents at some roadside convenience store, 'cause you forgot how many shoppin' months you had. I just wantchya to be prepared, is all!
Awwww, heck, Friends. I know you're mad at me, but I love ya just the same. I sure do! And I'll see ya tomorrow. On the twenty-fifth. Muah!
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