Continuing a tribute (of sorts) to Great American Jack Webb & jumping on the Bandwagon of Christmas Crap,
we point your X-mess-exhausted asses to "Christmas Dragnet," from Stan Freberg, because we are too lazy to figure out embedding mp3s here. (There's more than just sloth going on, it's psychological, but who the fuck wants mp3s, anyway? We can barely hear real, full-spectrum, relatively un-compressed recordings as is.)
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