Pay the ticket, sage the crime, choke on your goodbye's. . . pinky dinky doooooo -   - High Tea At The Social: Spilt Silt

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I know, I know, but it's forreal this time! In the nick of time and not on yo momma's dime! Okay enough of the rhymes 'cause it's [whispers] SHOWTIME!

On our worst behavior here @ Thee Four Twelve, so where are all the Irish men? Sinner or Saint or, just St. Bernard . . . LISTEN UP!

"Fig it Out, Fig it Up, Fig it In, Fig it Through, east and west but never Forget yourself."

All was fine until . . . well listen up, and you'll find out!

complaints, restraints, and never faint. The holidays are down, or shall we say one of us is! A HAHAHA and A HOHOHO to you from us . . . WE LOVE YOU.

A long await makes for a long return, but we've felt that yearn, and we're back.  Seriously, like a heart attack, break your mutha's back, no more cooped up in a shack CAAUUSSEE  . . . WE'RE BACK!!!

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