T'was the night before Christmas And all through the house The whole damn family was drunk as a louse Ma, home from the cathouse Pa, just out of jail Had just settled down For a good piece of tail When out on the lawn I heard someome cuss I jumped out of bed To check on the fuss What to my blood shot Eyes should appear But a surly fat drunk With eight mangy deer On Dasher, on Dancer Over those walls Quick now dammit Or I'll cut off your balls I heard him shout As he flew out of sight Piss on you all It's been one hell of a night Happy hoildays to H.A.M.B.ers everywhere jj ************************************************************ Who says our socks have to match, & we always have to color between the lines???
Now is the time when kids start coming up to me and BITCHING about not getting what they wanted.............rest of you that look like me know what I'm talkin' about Why do people think you like their kids as much as they do????? Bad Santa is the Shakes the Clown of the season! ''Keep movin' this ain't the DMV!!!!!''
Yeah, Bluto, I can see how that would happen. We saw you at the picnic and the first thing my kid said was "Is that Santa?", then he had the nerve to bum a corndog off of you. The nerve of some kids.
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