Wow, isn't that an...interesting party tip. What are you supposed to do, start shouting "LOOK OVER HERE! Here, I'll do a little dance to distract you so you don't see how badly he's cutting that turkey!"
So I thought, well, why not? I should try this out. So I thought, who needs to hear from Santa? Maybe NJ's Mom? NJ? My new baby grand nephew? Who knows?
I'm picturing one of those big trucks your Grandpa had in the 70's, that had two gas tanks, and always woke up everyone on Saturday mornings before chore time.
Donna saw from time to time that friends would say they could come by to hang out with him, but... a lot of times life happened, and they just flaked on him.