You know, if we could buy all of you a gift during this special time of year, we’d get you something like the gift we got ourselves and unwrapped yesterday — a brand-new, toasty-warm duvet to keep your cockles warm on these wintry nights and help you drift off to sleep with the thoughts of whatever crazy-ass gods you worship dancing in your heads.
One gift we would probably not get you is a frightenend puppy, freshly sodomized by Inside the Actor’s Studio James Lipton. We can’t speak for those sickos over at Slate, but that’s just not how we roll.
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