Frohes Fest, denkt mehr an Jesus und bald ist Ostern!
•24. Dezember, 2008 • Kommentar schreiben
Since it’s night time on the 24th somewhere in the world, I’ll start this now…
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through out /b/
The pedos were fapping, to mounds of CP.
While the stockings were hung from a mirror so rare,
In hopes that a cab would take me to Bel Air.
The mods were nestled all snug in their beds,
Not caring how quickly the cancer got spread.
And mamma in the kitchen, cooking my soup,
While I sat at my PC, just shooping da whoop.
When out on the lawn there arose such a sound,
I jumped from my chair and spun right around,
Off to the window I flew like Rapidash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon gave a sheen to the oils on their ‘fros,
And they chanted and hollered „LAWL SUP, POOLS CLOSED,“
Then mine eyes recognized these bountiful fruits,
A steamroller in tow, and eight niggers in suits.
With a skinny young driver, both smarmy and cute,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Moot.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
„Now Anon! now, Anon! now, Anon and Anon!
On, Anon! On, Anon! on, on Anon and Anon!
To the top of roof, like a thread bump we go!
How do we flied steamroller? These bitches don’t know!“
As hackers on steriods confront the FBI,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the /b/tards they flew,
With the ‘roller full of porn, and St. Moot, too.
And then, like a thunder, I heard from above
A song being sang, „We’re no strangers to love…“
As covered my ears to drown out the sound,
St. Moot slid down the chimney and plopped on the ground.
He was dressed all in fur, his demeanor nonchalant,
Furfag? In MY house!? OH GOD, DO NOT WANT.
But a bundle of porn he had flung on his back,
So I let this one slide, in hopes of having a „whack“.
His eyes-how they glimmered! His flaws; there were zero!
His perfection abound, made me want to an hero!
His wide lips parted as he smiled and he beamed,
Then his mouth gave move; „DO IT FAGGOT,“ he screamed.
The NY hat sat staunch on his head,
And I was in awe that he had shown up in my „thread“.
He had a slim face and a his PENIS erected,
I smiled and thought „Everything’s going better than expected“!
He was skinny and frail, a right jolly young man,
And I quivered when I saw him, expecting a ban!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke no more words, and went straight to his job,
Filled the stockings with porn, and my cock it did throb.
Then looking at the ground, his face it did alter,
And propelled by a LASER, scaled the chimney without falter!
He sprang to the ‘roller, to his team tossed some melons,
And away they all flew, the whole gaggle of felons.
And as he flew out of sight, I heard him exclaim,
„Merry Christmas, newfags, you just lost the game!“
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•21. Dezember, 2008 • Kommentar schreibenEs passt zwar nicht in das normale Konzept aber ich möchte euch allen einen Blog vorstellen, der mich seit Stunden unterhält.
Man beachte das geniale „Über Mich“. So schlecht und schwul, dass es schon wieder gut ist :’D
