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December 24, 2012 in Resistance

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Retelling of the Night Before Christmas
Copyright December 24, 2000
Ronald Boldt

“Twas the night before Christmas and all through the whore house not a pecker was stirring not even a louse….

The condoms were tossed by the trashcan without care, in hopes that no VD was in there….

The hookers were tucked in their bed, with visions of sugar daddies dancing in their heads.

Ma in her cape and me in my mask, settled down for kinky at long last.

When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter I jump out of my too-too to see what was the matter.

Away to the gun cabinet I flew like a flash threw open the door and the world I did flash.

Up on the roof what did I see, two perverts looking at me.

I raise my shot gun and away I did blast, killed me some reindeer in the freezer they would last.

I ran back in side and what should I see, some fat ass queer on one bended knee.

He was dressed in red, from head to feet, I saw he wore assless pants not covering his seat.

There was drool on his lips and twinkle in his eye, the son of a bitch was surely high.

He walked over to the tree and with maniacal glee, bent over my toys and started to pee.

I reloaded once again as I saw the big sack, he was shoving shit in and that was a fact.

I aimed once again and pulled the trigger, hit him in that ass and made that hole much bigger.

He dropped the sack as he tried to run, that mean son a bitch started to pull out a gun.

One last shot rang through the house, the fat man is now dead as Mickey Mouse.

So this is my story as sure as shit, you break in my house dead you will get.

Laugh if you get it.


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