Here I am at Rachel's, with her and a sleeping Petey Pablo. We watched some "Without a Trace," on Rachel's big screen Petey Pablo. Can you believe the wives don't find Detective Petey Pablo even mildly attractive? They were like, "You have such bad taste in Petey Pablos, we can't even trust you." Got screeched at by a tiny, tiny Petey Pablo. Our show was like, "She has an STD," and he was like, "What's an STG?" and we were like, "A swear to G-d!" Drank a bunch of Petey Pablo, which we spilled all over the Petey Pablo. And guess who's staring at us? Petey Pablo! We rang in the new year with a bang, if you know what I mean. No, you dirty minds, I mean a Petey Pablo, that's what you know I mean. Now it's super late and I finally got that crazy Petey Pablo song out of my head, about angels, and carpenters and gay guys working on Petey Pablo. The important thing is that I forgot what I was about to Petey Pablo. I almost Petey Pabloed my pants for a second there when Petey Pablo started snoring.
Gotta go, I think Petey Pablo is coming.

Note: We did NOT just substitute random words with the name "Petey Pablo." These things are actually named "Petey Pablo." Just to prove it, guess what we're having for breakfast? Pancakes.

And I'll end with a fun joke for the new year:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to his Petey Pablo.

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