HEY, HOWS YOUR WEEK GOING? Have I told you lately what a pleasure it is too have a cheezy friend like you? Some times I wish you'd grow mold and crawl away but most of the time the clothespin on my nose keeps me from gagging too bad. I thought I'd tell ya, though, I hired a hit man last week but even he didn't want to touch you with a ten-foot pole. So I guess I'll have to put a toxic waste suite on and do the job myself. I'll be waiting under the mistletoe with a machete. I'll miss you come Christmas, but there will be more room in the garbage can for all the wrapping paper with you out of the way. Beside you haven't been paying rent in the dumpster you live in for the past six months. Excuses, excuses...just get off your rear and get a job...NO, Taco Bell isn't hiring giant moldy cheeze-balls even if you do have a food handlers permit. So early MERRY CHRISTMAS...I'm the pest control crew and I'm gonna waste you...before New Years.

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                                     Under the mistletoe with a machete