On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, My True Love Played For Me…

My favorite Christmas Story…from Cheech and Chong

8 Responses to “On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, My True Love Played For Me…”

  1. meno Says:

    Dave? Dave’s not here, man.

    What a beautiful story. *sniff*

  2. liv Says:

    patches, i’m shocked. i’d guess you were more of a “Holiday Inn” kind of cat.

  3. Lynn Says:

    Hey man…that was cool, man. Way cool!

  4. fluttercrafts Says:

    ooooo man the colors, the Christmas colors….

  5. patches Says:

    meno, it’s traditional, that and Dirty Girl getting stuck in the tree.

    liv, definitely La Quinta, Spanish for, “we don’t care who’s name is on the credit card, because the cat is a loyal customer.”

    Lynn, far out.

    flutter, oh yeah, I played with those dudes…

  6. Maggie Says:

    That choppin bag brought me some groovy stuff and stuff man. I like that Santa Claus man, he’s so classy…

    Far out

  7. Diane Mandy Says:

    Ha! I hadn’t heard that for years. Good choice of Christmas story, man.

  8. patches Says:

    Maggie, :)

    Diane, it’s those classics, dude. They never die.

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