Billy, I got your grandma's Christmas card the other day. It was addressed to you, I guess even she thinks we look alike. She said that the bong and the bottle of rum were supposed to be your presents, but she became too attached to them. So, instead, she sent that raccoon sweatshirt. It smells like ben gay and black licorice. I'm keeping it.
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That isn't my Grammy, that is my friend Annie!
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