"Remember, Neal Boortz says every time someone says "Happy Holidays" an elf DIES."I'd chuckle harder if it didn't remind me of my mother's attempt at similar humor with a tale of the brave little ice cubes who emerge from their watery birth and manage to solidify themselves, chilly and beautiful, and then immediately melt / die just so we can have cool drinks and pretty sculptures.
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