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Post by brockandsable on Dec 19, 2006 19:15:11 GMT 1
'Twas the night after Christmas and all through the trailer, all my relatives laid hungover like a drunken ol' sailor. They were all knocked the fuck out and I in my hat, had just settled down for one of dem long winters' nap.
The rats and the roaches were all fat and round, from the left over animal dinner in the road we had found. I sat on the rocker and sipped from my cup, wondering when the hell all rednecks would shut the fuck up.
Cousin Jeb, Cousin Mo, and Uncle Tom all lay there, their pimply and pasty white-crackah asses in the air. I sat there and looked and then just chuckled inside, 'cause I, Keith Williams, has a pasty white hide.
A mouse came 'a stirrin' and not a crumb could he find, and thanks to Trent Acid - my left eye is blind. So with this last stanza I bid you adeiu, for the molasses has digested and I need to go poo.
On the door came 'a knockin' so I quickly sprung up, I thought "It might be the beer guy so I best bring my cup!" I opened the door and to my suprise, there stood Aladdin with an evil intent in his eyes.
He gave me a package and said "open up; He said it would not explode and then took off in his truck. I tore off the gift wrap and and opened it up, it was a picture of The Fizz that said "stop chasing children motherfucker!"
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Post by The Great JT on Dec 20, 2006 0:24:08 GMT 1
Well...'tis the season.
Merry Christmas again, gangstas and pimps.
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Post by brockandsable on Dec 20, 2006 15:44:02 GMT 1
Ho, ho, ho, yo.
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Post by The Great JT on Dec 20, 2006 22:44:51 GMT 1
Fleas on the dog.
I mean Feliz Navidad. Come on, that was bound to show up eventually.
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Post by brockandsable on Dec 20, 2006 23:05:04 GMT 1
What are you, French now?
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Post by The Great JT on Dec 22, 2006 5:25:23 GMT 1
Nein.
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Post by brockandsable on Dec 25, 2006 20:36:00 GMT 1
That's gotta hurt. ;D
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