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Halloween is over, Thanksgiving is on the horizon so it’s time to be bombarded by Christmas. I like the holiday as much as the next person but geesh, there’s such a thing as overload.

Even my FB news feed is rife with Yuletide ideas and decorations.

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Because nothing says Christmas like whipped spiced eggs.

Changing topics, I like a good humorous license plate and often enjoy the challenge of deciphering the messages while driving down the road. But I draw the line at vulgar slang and crude content. There’s a place for that but it’s not on the back of your car for young children and your curious grandmother to see.

Maine has outlawed the F*ck this and F*ck that and blatantly sexualized custom plates but every now and then a few slip through the cracks.

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I was stopped behind Mr. Give Her Some at a light the other day. Do men really think this endears them to women?

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After seeing this I realized I could be monetizing Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s 18 hour a day naps. It’s about time he started pulling his weight around here.

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For the love of all that’s holy, no.

The houses don’t sleep and neither would I. That is beyond creepy. And because my algorithm is nothing if not consistent…

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