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And when it doesn’t have a hyphen, I read it that way every … dang … time.
And when it doesn’t have a hyphen, I read it that way every … dang … time.
Remember when Mad magazine inserted (lick and stick!) stickers? This is a recreation of one they did in the late 60s or early 70s.
What, it’s some sort of weird folk holiday? Now you tell me.
Rudolph accepting all the other reindeers’ love after years of not letting him join their reindeer games was an act of extreme forgiveness.
My favorite part is that even the candle flame is scared of Marley’s ghost. (Click to see larger.)
And he never lets himself photographed without being fully clad in his elaborate disguise.
It’s the mark of a poor speaker/master of ceremonies. Seriously, it’s stupid: stop saying it.
The color of the “RandysRandom.com” may (or may not) provide indication of which portion of the chart I identify with.
But I could live with “grammando” or “grammarista” if I had to.
Photo: composite image looking toward the higher regions of Mount Sharp on Mars