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A rollicking spoof on the old chestnut "A Visit From Saint Nicholas" (aka "Twas the Night Before Christmas") by Clement C Moore. Join a rural-dwelling marijuana farmer and his family as their speeded-up distributor arrives in a Jeep pulled by eight snarling pit bulls. Chuckle as the scrawny fellow tumbles down the stovepipe to do business while the ol' lady and the chilluns snore. (18+ please).

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A rollicking spoof on the old chestnut "A Visit From Saint Nicholas" (aka "Twas the Night Before Christmas") by Clement C Moore. Join a rural-dwelling marijuana farmer and his family as their speeded-up distributor arrives in a Jeep pulled by eight snarling pit bulls. Chuckle as the scrawny fellow tumbles down the stovepipe to do business while the ol' lady and the chilluns snore. (18+ please).


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Autorenporträt
Celeste Drolle sets aside precious little time for writing, and her critics complain that it shows. Celeste shrugs this off, aims her TV remote, and tunes in another telenovela.
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Time for writing or not, she rarely lacks for stories -- a trait, she points out, that she shares with other habitual liars. "Can you imagine if Dick Nixon had written fiction?" smiles Celeste: "I promise to tell the Half Truth, the Twisted Truth, and nothing resembling the Truth."
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Pressed about the unlikely likeness of her publicity photo, she mumbles something inaudible about the British Museum, face lifts, and "what's a girl to do?"
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In pursuit of her promise to write longer fiction one day, must her ravenous appetite for C movies, hush puppies and libidinous living be curtailed? "I have often worried that advancing age might trim my sails," muses Ms. Drolle. "Lordy, how mistaken can a body can be?"