Growing up, I would spend most winter vacations down in Florida visiting my grandparents with my cousins. Even though we don't celebrate Christmas, each Christmas Eve, we'd throw socks at the bumpy wall in the front hall of their apartment, where they'd stick. In the morning, they'd be filled with perfume samples, oranges, and other assorted crap
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Your gift to me, btw? THE AWESOME!!!@!
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