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Dear Santa: We'll take the Ruger 357 with Hydro-shock ammunition We'll order up 3 new AR's goin on, a hunting mission Give us some new cammo to hide in the woods, and trees So the game, we're after won't know we're there, or see Those new Ray-bans with the special coating Enhancing our reality their efficacy, we'll be, promoting It's X-mas time in bubba-land we all know, what that means Dreams of guns, and hunting deer with the kids now, at thirteen
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
Bubba's X-mas list
Dear Santa: We'll take the Ruger 357 with Hydro-shock ammunition We'll order up 3 new AR's goin on, a hunting mission Give us some new cammo to hide in the woods, and trees So the game, we're after won't know we're there, or see Those new Ray-bans with the special coating Enhancing our reality their efficacy, we'll be, promoting It's X-mas time in bubba-land we all know, what that means Dreams of guns, and hunting deer with the kids now, at thirteen
Hell yeah baby! hallelujah and pass the ammunition! at Christmas time, nothing more sublime than venison for diner, wishin ;D
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
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