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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Gamelive's house
Lil Bacon was stirring, as IAG was screaming at a mouse.
Cami's stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Bread soon will grow hair
All the Gamelive children were passed out in their beds,
While visions of Cali naked in a Santa's hat danced in their heads.
And mamma Robyn in her kerchief, and Mr Monkey looking at her rack
Plommer frying his brains with Xhamster and crack
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Matty sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away at the window, he saw Saulty crashing
His battery powered go kart...slow yet so dashing
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen ho
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the TP cock pictures below.
When, what to Matty's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Wally, with 500 plays and a six pack of beer.
With a Monkey Boy, the driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Acid Joe and Blitty getting sick.
More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Daft! now Focker! now KGB and Tomato!
On, Durito! On Ray Ray (you cunt) and Potato!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I am betting Under O. State/Boise State 65.5 I am betting it all!
And then, in a twinkling, Matty heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Matty drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Rogue Juror came with a bound.
He was dressed all in pimp fur, from his head to his toes,
And his chest were all blinged out with diamond necklaces and gold.
A bundle of Black Taxi CD's he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, acting like he just popped Nina's cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the stubble of his chin was white from the jayjo
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Honda, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Matty heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Lil Bacon was stirring, as IAG was screaming at a mouse.
Cami's stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Bread soon will grow hair
All the Gamelive children were passed out in their beds,
While visions of Cali naked in a Santa's hat danced in their heads.
And mamma Robyn in her kerchief, and Mr Monkey looking at her rack
Plommer frying his brains with Xhamster and crack
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Matty sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away at the window, he saw Saulty crashing
His battery powered go kart...slow yet so dashing
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen ho
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the TP cock pictures below.
When, what to Matty's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Wally, with 500 plays and a six pack of beer.
With a Monkey Boy, the driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Acid Joe and Blitty getting sick.
More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Daft! now Focker! now KGB and Tomato!
On, Durito! On Ray Ray (you cunt) and Potato!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I am betting Under O. State/Boise State 65.5 I am betting it all!
And then, in a twinkling, Matty heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Matty drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Rogue Juror came with a bound.
He was dressed all in pimp fur, from his head to his toes,
And his chest were all blinged out with diamond necklaces and gold.
A bundle of Black Taxi CD's he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, acting like he just popped Nina's cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the stubble of his chin was white from the jayjo
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Honda, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Matty heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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