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Damn....
LINK HOTTEN. |
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Be back in a few minutes - gotta take care of some actual work.
But THEN YOU ARE GOING DOWN HARD. :1orglaugh |
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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
A beer. |
D: On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Two turtle-necks B: And a beer. |
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Three French toast D: Two turtle-necks B: And a beer. D: There should be more there, eh? B: Where? Oh, go! |
D: Fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Four pounds of back-bacon B: Three French toast D: Two turtle-necks B: And a beer. D: ...in a tree. See, you need more. |
B: Oh..fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Five golden toques, D: Four pound of back-bacon B: Three French toast D: Two turtle necks B: And a beer...where? D: (with Bob) In a tree. |
B: OK, on the sixth...oo, go!
D: ..Christmas, my true love gave to me, C: Six... D: Six packs of two-four B & C: Five golden toques C: Four... D: Four pounds of back-bacon C: Three... B: Three French toast C: Two... D: Two turtle-necks C: And a beeeeeeeeer... B: And a beer (with Doug) in a tree. OK. |
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
Seven pack of smokes, C: Nice gift! D: Nice gift. Oh...six packs of two-four B & C: Five golden toques. C: Four... D: Four pounds of back-bacon C: Three... B: Three French toast C: Two... D: Two turtle-necks C: And a beeeeeeeeer... B: And a beer (with Doug) in a tree. Keep forgetting. D: Whew! This should just be the "Two Days of Christmas"; it's too hard for us! Go, hoser. |
B & D: On the eighth day of Christmas, may true love gave to me,
D: Eight comic books (Chorus repeats right behind them, though one behind) B & D: Seven packs of smokes Six pack of two-four B: Five... C: (catches up) Five golden tooks Four pounds of back-bacon Three French toast Two turtle-necks ALL: And a beer... B & D: On my tree. B: Yeah, that beer is empty. OK, day, um... C: TWELVE! B: Twelve! D: Good day, and welcome to day twelve.. (Chorus starts up and Bob and Doug join in) ALL: Five golden toques Four pounds of back-bacon, Three French toast Two turtle-necks And a beer in a treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! D: Where'd you learn to do that? B: Um, albums. D: So, like, that's our song. Merry Christmas... B: Merry Christmas! D: And good day! B: Good day! Ha-happy New Year, too. D: Shhh! B: OK, you know what you left out? D: What? B: Donuts! D: Oh, no! B: I told you to get donuts. Either on the ninth day, or the tenth day or the eleventh day, but I want donuts! D: OK, the song's over! Merry Christmas, everybody! B: ...or, on the twelfth day, you could've got me a DOZEN donuts... D: So,..go out to the stores and get some presents! B: You could've gone down, to, like, the good donut shops where you buy a dozen, you get another one free, and then it'd be thirteen for the "Thirteen Days of Christmas"! D: Next Christmas, you can get me a chain-saw! B: Take off! (As music fades:) D: Boy, that song was a beauty. It...it moved me. B: Yeah, I think it ranks |
We Three Clods
We three clods from Omaha are Spending Christmas Eve in a car Driving, drinking, Glasses clinking, Who needs a lousy bar? Ohh... Drink to Charlie. Drink to Paul Drink to friends we can?t recall Swerving, speeding Signs unheeding Drink to anything at all We three clods are feeling no pain Drunk as skunks with booze on the brain Senses losing 'Til we?re cruising Into a wrong way lane Ohh... Drink to Melvin. Drink to Fred Drink to those two trucks ahead Headlights flashing Screeching, crashing Drink till they pronounce us dead |
Sam and Roz are Coming to Town
You?d better give up On Christmas this year You haven?t a chance With relatives here Sam and Roz are coming to town They?re bringing their kids To add to your fun They?re staying ten days You thought it was one Sam and Roz are coming to town They?ll monopolize your bathroom They?ll destroy your solitude They will eat you out of house and home And complain about the food So, there?s only one way To save your no-el You give them your house And take a hotel Sam and Roz are coming to town |
Wrap Your Gift
Sung to Deck the Halls Wrap your gift with fingers agile Fa la la la la la la la la Seal it up, and mark it fragile Fa la la la la la la la la There's no reason to be nervous Fa la la la la la la la la You can trust the postal service Fa la la la la la la la la Hear the postal worker singing Fa la la la la la la la la As your parcel he is flinging Fa la la la la la la la la See it crumpled in the bin there Fa la la la la la la la la Aren't you sorry you walked in there? Fa la la la la la la la la See your parcel speed to Philly Fa la la la la la la la la Through the air to cousin Billy Fa la la la la la la la la It will wind up in Savannah Fa la la la la la la la la Via Nome and Butte, MT Fa la la la la la la la la |
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It Hangs Down from Our Chandelier
It hangs down from our chandelier We have no idea what it does Its shape is weird, and it drips with goo And lets out a high-sounding buzz It grows a couple of feet each day And wiggles with kind of a twitch We keep it cause it's a present from Our visiting uncle, who's rich |
what'd i win
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?God rest ye poor small businessmen? sung to the tune of ?God rest Ye Merry
Gentlemen? "God rest ye poor small businessmen Who've managed to survive; Be glad in this economy That you are still alive; Give shouts of praise at Christmas time When folks who buy appear There?s a chance, You?ll break even for the year--- For the whole year--- There?s a chance that you?ll break even for the year. The chain-stores and conglomerates Have brought you to your knees; High taxes, rent, and labor costs Have caught you in a squeeze; The cost of goods keeps going up--- Inflation?s running on--- So give thanks, You can buy cheap from Taiwan--- Good old Taiwan! So give thanks that ye can buy cheap from Taiwan.? |
Data, the Fast-Fingered Android,
Was sort of like Pinocchio. He longed to be a "real" boy, Not a walking Nintendo. All of the rest of Starfleet, Treated him just like a slave. Like he was some Hal computer, They'd taunt him with, "Good morning, Dave." Then upon the Enterprise Jean-Luc came to say, "Data, with your fingers fast, Come work with us and save the day!" Now all of the crews in Starfleet Wish they had an android too! Data, the fast-fingered android, You can't love us, but we love you! |
ok im back in action again..
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be prepared to lose .. im going to be the winner :)
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where has everyone gone to? come back!:helpme
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hmm looks like im by myself again..
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here is my token post so I don't feel guilty taking the next prize
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boy this thread has slowed down.. come back spunky
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im eating 2 cans of tuna atm
mmm yum |
ok cool.. well im out for the night..
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cool promo
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The next prize is just about 160 posts away :thumbsup
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username: nonnude :thumbsup
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Good morning :)
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looks like the board is back to speed
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thank goodness
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it was pretty crap yesterday
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I see some people have been busy whoring
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I mean posting :thumbsup
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no, I was right first time :feels-hot
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looks like everyone else is in bed
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can't say I blame them
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There'll be enough people round
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when it's 50 bucks time
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Oh yes
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They'll all be crawling out of the woodwork then
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You can be sure of that, and it is only 150 posts away :Graucho
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