Tiss the day after Christmas, And all throu the house. No one was stirring, except that Damn mouse. The stockings were tossed in the fire with care, In hopes that next year Ill get a new pair. The children were stoned all snug in their beds, While visions of barfing danced in their heads. And mamma in her ‘French outfit, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long turkey’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a crash, I sprang from the couch and fell on my A$$. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and tossed out the Trash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen rain Screw it, Im going back to rest my Brain Da End. PMSLOLROF.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 10:58:02 +0000
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