So, the HO happened a while ago, but what better time to post about the HO HO HO than a few days before Christmas?
My old HO-me. It was kind of funny to get an invitation to the place I used to live. Ellen invited just about everyone and it was a full HO-use.
The guest of HO-nor was definitely the goat.
Greeting Goat.

Goat discussing the set list with the band.

HO-stess at computer playing party tunes. No HO-liday tunes at this HO.

The HO Band

The Band Needs a Name. HO-w about...

I am feeling HO-mesick and mark my territory with a post it note.

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