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Drama Moobs Your Mom
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Gamelive's house
Lil Stevie was stirring, as Caligirl was taking off her blouse.
Her stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Blitty will get that helicopter in the air.
All the Gamelive children were passed all out in their beds,
While visions of Teela & Oksana bent over a chiropractic table danced in their heads.
And mamma Robyn in her ‘kerchief, and Bread in his cap,
Had just fried his brains with meth and a bottle of Jack
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Matty sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away at the window, he saw the boy dash
He knew Santa Chris was broke and was making off with his cash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen ho
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below.
When, what to Matty's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Wally, and a six pack of beer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Acid Joe and Plommer getting sick.
More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Daft! now Focker! now Pavy and Tomato!
On, Durito! On Choo! on Mr Monkey and Potato!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I am betting Nevada +9, I am betting it all!
And then, in a twinkling, Matty heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Matty drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Rogue Juror came with a bound.
He was dressed all in pimp fur, from his head to his toes,
And his chest were all blinged out with diamond necklaces and gold.
A bundle of techno CD's he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, acting like he just popped Nina's cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the stubble of his chin was white from the jayjo
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Honda, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Mattyheard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Lil Stevie was stirring, as Caligirl was taking off her blouse.
Her stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Blitty will get that helicopter in the air.
All the Gamelive children were passed all out in their beds,
While visions of Teela & Oksana bent over a chiropractic table danced in their heads.
And mamma Robyn in her ‘kerchief, and Bread in his cap,
Had just fried his brains with meth and a bottle of Jack
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Matty sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away at the window, he saw the boy dash
He knew Santa Chris was broke and was making off with his cash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen ho
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below.
When, what to Matty's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Wally, and a six pack of beer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Acid Joe and Plommer getting sick.
More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Daft! now Focker! now Pavy and Tomato!
On, Durito! On Choo! on Mr Monkey and Potato!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I am betting Nevada +9, I am betting it all!
And then, in a twinkling, Matty heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Matty drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Rogue Juror came with a bound.
He was dressed all in pimp fur, from his head to his toes,
And his chest were all blinged out with diamond necklaces and gold.
A bundle of techno CD's he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, acting like he just popped Nina's cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the stubble of his chin was white from the jayjo
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Honda, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Mattyheard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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