‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
By Tito-a-Snack

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘fuge
All the whores were watching for Squeeze with his tube.

The sock pups were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Memam soon wouldn’t be there.

The meepers were nestled all dressed up as “guest”
while unsolicited attacks beat in their breast.

And Squeeze at his laptop, and I in his lap
had just settle down to stir up some crap.

When out on the board there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.

Away to the banner I flew like a flash,
just in time to see boy toys exposing their gash.

The moon on the breast of Authentic Drama Queen
was the finest anime the world has ever seen.

But, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
‘Twas a girl named Leia who once disappeared,

With a wit like no other, so lively and beasty,
I knew in a moment it must be Ms. Yeasty.

More rapid than eagles her retorts they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them inane:

"Now, Loki! now, Robin! now, Defiler and Herb!
On, Ankhy! on Slacker, once kicked to the curb!

To the top of the page! The thread cannot fall!
Now post away! post away! post away all!"

As calm threads that before the wild massacres fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, say “fuck off and die,”

So up to the whore house the curses they flew,
With the sleigh full of mods, and Herb’s bulldogs, both new.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a ping
The scratching and clawing of poo in mid-fling.

As I drew up my balls, and was turning to run,
Down the chimney came whores, ready for fun.

Guardian, dressed all in glitter, with a bagel on top,
And her warnings were stern to all who’d not stop;

A bundle of put-downs UC hauled in his sack,
While Herb pushed his wheelchair with handles on back.

Fay’s eyes -- how they glittered! Her breastesees how merry!
Defiler wasn’t looking because he is a fairy!

In Def’s hand he carried a pic of a peenie,
I knew in a flash it belong to the Ghenghi

Flan was cussing Psyloki for being a playa
while Don dangled cukes and DC said a prayer.

Dain was chanting a chant delivered by snark;
suck his dick, suck his dick, suck his dick, he’s a shark.

An Aussie named Flea, came dressed as infinity
And back in the day she trolled Elaine and Trinity.

John Jones was posting and watching the snow
Discrediting planet X like a good little ho,

The nipple of Arch-Angel was black as the coal;
A ball-gag for Christmas was surely his goal.

The stump of a fish Heywood held in his mouf.
It was purty but toofless, and he had no spouse.

Loki had a nice ass and a little round gunt
That shook, when she laughed and went on a witch hunt.

MT was a poser, a convincing faux Mam,
And I growled when I saw him, in spite of two bans;

A rose for Becky gets a twist of your haid.
Give her a hug and she’ll make sure you’re daid.

Grace spoke ne’er a word because of her work,
But showed up for Christmas to see who did lurk,

Bunny Troll banned . . . but before he knew it
one of the other mods had beaten him to it.

Stevie, not sprung, now a permanent resident
Wished everyone well, except for the president.

Devon carried a money order holding no worth;
his economic prowess gave everyone mirth.

Raven was spamming, love sick over Bug;
Acme was sending obama his love.

Omph, Maxi, Susan, Destroyer of Lies,
OOL, Random, Cloud Nine, and missing Clear Eyes

were presented to Squeeze for him to bitch slap,
so he stood up and wrestled me out of his lap.

With a tear in his eye and a drip from his tube,
he said banning Mam was a gift for the fuge

So Satan Clause sighed and said, “my work’s done
but you owe me your soul, you shit stain of cum.”

And I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to whores, and to Mam a good fight."




code= virtually horney

Very good, lol.

Very good!!

An Aussie named Flea, came dressed as infinity
And back in the day she trolled Elaine and Trinity.




That was amazing!

I needed the laugh!

I miss Dain.

ETA: and Ms. Yeasty

I wasn't mentioned, so I'll post this version!



Twas the night before 394.2663

When all through the 643.1,

Not a 590 was stirring,

Not even a 599.353;

The 391.413 were hung

By the 721.5 with care,

In hopes that 394.2663092

529.2 would be there;

The 305.23 were nestled

All snug in their 645.4,

While visions of 641.853

Danced in their 611.91;

And Mamma in her 391.44

And I in my 391.43,

Had just settled our 611.81

For a long 508.2 nap;

When out on the 635.9647

There arose such a 363.74,

I sprang from my 645.4

To see what was the 117.

Away to the 721.823

I flew like a 551.5632,



Tore open the 645.3

And threw up the 666.152.

The 523.3 on the breast

Of the new-fallen 551.5784,

Gave the luster of 529.1

To the 635.964 below,

When what to my 617.21

611.84 should appear,

But a miniature 388.341

And eight tiny 599.658,

With a little old 388.341092

So 111.1 and quick,

I knew in a 529.2

It must be 394.2663092.

More rapid than 598.942

His 591.57 they came,

And he 783.98, and shouted,

And called them by 929.4;

“Now, Dasher! Now, 792.8092!

Now, Prancer and 305.4896!

On, 523.6! On, 394.2618092!

On, Donder and Blitzen!



To the top of the 643.55!

To the top of the 631.27!

Now dash away! Dash away!

Dash away all!”

As dry 581.48 that before

The wild 551.552 fly,

When they meet with a 355.544,

Mount to the 551.5;

So up to the 721.5

The 591.57 they flew,

With a 388.341 full of 790.133,

And 394.2663092, too.

And then in a 529.2,

I heard on the 721.5,

The 363.74 and 363.74

Of each little 599.6—

As I drew in my 611.91,

And was turning around,

Down the 721.5

394.2663092 came with a bound.

He was dressed all in 391,

From his 611.91 to his 612.98,



And his 355.14 were all tarnished

With ashes and 541.345;

A bundle of 790.133

He had flung on his 611.9,

And he looked like a 381.092

Just opening his 688.8.

His 611.84—how they twinkled!

His 611.92, how merry!

His cheeks were like 635.933,

His nose like a 641.3423!

His droll little 611.31

Was drawn up like a 677.76,

And the 646.724 of his face

Was as white as the 551.5784;

The stump of his 688.42

He held tight in his 611.314,

And the 541.345 it encircled

His head like a 745.926;

He had a broad 611.92

And a little round 611.33,

That shook when he 152.43,

Like a bowl full of 641.8642.

He was 616.398 and plump,

A right jolly old 398.21,

And I 152.43 when I saw him,

In spite of myself,

A wink of his 611.84

And a twist of his 611.91,

Soon gave me to 001

I had nothing to 152.46;

He spoke not a 401.4,

But went straight to his 331,

And filled all the 391.413;

And then turned with a jerk,

And laying his 611.737

Aside of his 611.21,

And giving a nod,

Up the 721.5 he rose;

He sprang to his 388.341,

To his team gave a 783.98,

And away they all 629.1325

Like the down of a 583.99.

But I 612.85 him exclaim,

Ere he drove out of 612.84,

“Happy 394.2663 to all,

And to all a good 529.1.”






Merry Christmas PWR!!!!

Dan was here.

Dain was posting a day or two ago!

That was very heart-warming and good.

What is this IPs you saved!?

How lovely!

That warmed the cockles of my heart, OP.

Thank you for this:

Morning, whores ;^)

That was Great!!

hooray for tito a clause!!!!!

Tito's the shit.

Merry Christmas to damn near all the whores.

Where is twatwaffle?

Right!

Excellent!

tl:dr

Nice outfit

Merry Christmas to all whores!

Have a lovely holiday!

I guffawed. I'll clean it up later. Well done OP.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Happy Holly Days™ to all.

Yay! Its fucking over!