I guess so.
Have a zingy zippity zebra of a weekend.
I mean, slithering snake bites . . .
It's time to don your silliest hat and your biggest glasses . . .
And your subtlest socks . . .
And do something ostentatious, outrageous . . . and fiendishly fun . . . and gosh-darn-it daffy and different!
Because for goodness sake, I mean . . . GREAT HAMSTER HINEYS . . .
That's what weekends are made for.
Right?
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