Penny Ross (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} deployed) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms,@ 2014-12-22 02:43:00 |
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Boys. Gents. Menfolk.
This is Clarence. I felt real sorry for him and dragged him home single handedly down the street, and was that pain in the ass on the subway dragging a Christmas tree around. Then I dragged him down the street again. And up five flights of stairs. This tree and I are in it for the long haul. I'm still getting sap out of my hair.
You're both invited to my place for Christmas to pay homage to Clarence, and to look upon his glory and wonder with your own eyes.
I'm cooking again, Graham. You're bringing the rolls and the pies.
Clem's gonna be there.
Y'all bring who you want but let me know how many. My place ain't huge, but no one is getting turned anyone away either, we'll make room no matter how cozy we get. Anyone wants to bring something, go ahead, if not - no worries (except you, Graham. Rolls. Pie.)
Show up whenever on Christmas day, watch that Christmas movie 15 times in a row, eat some mini gherkins, whatever you want. We'll eat around 5.