The pond-rous ashen faggot from the yard
The jolly farmer to his crowded hall
Conveys with speed; where, on the rising flames
(Already fed with store of massy brands).
It blazes soon; nine bandages it bears,
And as they each disjoin (so custom wills),
A mighty jug of sparkling cyder's brought,
With brandy mixt to elevate the guests.
Santa tried reaching up the neighbor's blouse
After drinking all the egg nog
He camped out in the bathroom for an hour or two
Squashing off a yule log
He wandered in his undies all over the house
But we minded our own business
'Til we caught him stuffing hamsters up a gift wrap tube.
Holy shit, it's Christmas!
The picture isn't one that I did myself, I just found a picture on Yahoo!
But nonetheless taking shits that look like that are indeed something to marvel at!
post by Kinslayer at Dec 21,2007 3:46pm
We're burning one tonight at K.PANZERs house and shwilling on horns of mead.
