'twas The Night Before "enjoy"
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'twas The Night Before "enjoy"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the forum not a member was stirring and man was it boring. The stocking were hung from the GD board with care,in hopes that st. Rock Pick soon would be there. The members were nestled and snug in their beds while visions of mods danced in their heads.And W-M-R was in her kerchief, and her hubby in his cap had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the roof there arose such a clatter Hubby sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. Away to window i flew like a flash and tore open the shutter and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the F-150 luster of midday to the rims of the truck way below. when to my wondering should appear but its the MODERATOR and 8 tiny ford rangers. With a little old driver, so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be Rock Pick.
More rapid then eagles, his courses they came and he chipped and picked and he called them by name.
"Now Raoul" Now Habibi" "Now Odin" and Sport, On HOSS on green, on Lepew on Dzverit" to the top of the porch to the top of the wall Now dash away! dash away dash away all.
As dry leaves that before the tires spin and fly when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky so up to the house the rangers they flew with the sleigh filled with mods and Rock Pick too.
And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the roof the 235's of the rangers little hoofs. As i drew in my head and was turning around down the chimney Rock Pick came with a bound. He was all dressed in Duluth fur, from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with carbon and soot, A bundle of Mods he had flung on his back and he looked like FATMAN just opening his pack.
His eyes were dilated his dimples were huge, his cheeks were like a squirrels all packed with crack, his nose was so cherry like 67 fastback. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his face looked like that of a hoe's. The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth was packed with fine bud all the way from the pole. He had a broad face, and a round little tummy, that shook like old chevy C-20. He was a chubby and plump a right jolly old self, and he loved to touch all the female elfs. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon i knew that i would soon dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, dropping off mods for all of you jerks. And shoving his finger up in his nose and pulling out some snot, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle and they all flew like the down of a thistle, but i heard him exclaim 'ere as he drove out of sight
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
>>>>> ROCK PICK= :santa:
More rapid then eagles, his courses they came and he chipped and picked and he called them by name.
"Now Raoul" Now Habibi" "Now Odin" and Sport, On HOSS on green, on Lepew on Dzverit" to the top of the porch to the top of the wall Now dash away! dash away dash away all.
As dry leaves that before the tires spin and fly when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky so up to the house the rangers they flew with the sleigh filled with mods and Rock Pick too.
And then, in a twinkling, i heard on the roof the 235's of the rangers little hoofs. As i drew in my head and was turning around down the chimney Rock Pick came with a bound. He was all dressed in Duluth fur, from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with carbon and soot, A bundle of Mods he had flung on his back and he looked like FATMAN just opening his pack.
His eyes were dilated his dimples were huge, his cheeks were like a squirrels all packed with crack, his nose was so cherry like 67 fastback. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his face looked like that of a hoe's. The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth was packed with fine bud all the way from the pole. He had a broad face, and a round little tummy, that shook like old chevy C-20. He was a chubby and plump a right jolly old self, and he loved to touch all the female elfs. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon i knew that i would soon dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, dropping off mods for all of you jerks. And shoving his finger up in his nose and pulling out some snot, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle and they all flew like the down of a thistle, but i heard him exclaim 'ere as he drove out of sight
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
>>>>> ROCK PICK= :santa:
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With a name like 'Buckdropper' he has Santa's sleigh being pulled by tiny Ford Rangers.
Sounds like a convienient excuse to me just so we won't ask what happened to the 'flying reindeer'.
Sounds like a convienient excuse to me just so we won't ask what happened to the 'flying reindeer'.
