(OT) What if Bones were Santa Claus?

SlackerMcFly · #1 12-24-2006, 03:32 AM

Merry Christmas everyone!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all of the ballas
Were raising and shoving and yelling out Hollas.
The traps were in place, we c-bet with care,
In hopes that the fish will re-raise with air. [img]/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]

Massive chips were nestled all snug in my stack,
While Juice and the others wondered "Who is McSlack"?
Bluefeet with his short roll, and Lacky with cap,
Watched as old SKipperbob went down for a nap. [img]/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img]

During all of the pwn, there arose some real chatter,
Someone said that it's true, Jen Tilly is fatter?
So off to the forums, yep, I heeded the call,
And there on the front page was AlReturnsLOL.

He said it's his job, pwning noobs all in fun,
That meant Benjie, Cleinen and Dominic's son.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Deuce, Good2Cu and Durr with some beer. [img]/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img]

Their skinny young driver, so cool that he OWNS,
For sure must have been the guy we call Bones.
His reindeer were ballas, they look all the same,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them bad names!

"Now Usher! now, Handsome! now, Snarf and SeaSiren!
On, Jekyl! On, Misfire! Oh Suzzer, quit bitchen!
On the flop, gotta poooosh it, you know they can't call!
Now pwn away! Pwn away! Pwn away all!"

By calling with bad crap, you make Jesus cry,
Whatever you do, don't you play like McFly. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]
So up to the house-top the ballas they flew,
Their bags full of monies they haven't blown through.

And then, for a moment, I thought I saw Zen,
But it was dream, he's pecked like a hen. [img]/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img]
As I won my last hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney the skinny guy came with a bound.

He was dressed in a T-shirt, all baggy and sh*t,
His shorts had some pockets, his shoes didn't fit.
A bundle of chips said that he's a real bettor,
Too bad they were held in Goggles dumb sweater. [img]/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img]

His eyes were like glowing! His pimples how scary!
His cheeks were like missing, his nose like a berry!
His wide smile was friendly, his charm was apparent,
If you had seen him, you'd say "He's no parent".

The ballas around him, they all knew the Sixes,
So they drank and they smoked, and got their min-fixes.
They had them some dancers, the girls were the bomb,
With Irie and Raptor, and some dude named Dom!

He was skinny and rich, a right silly young lad,
But I'm told he's a playa, of that I am glad!
A wink of the eye and a twist of the ear,
Said something about him, of what, I'm not clear.

He spoke about FE, and check-raising junk,
And filled up my mind with SNG gunk.
Then raising the pot with nothing but air,
He bluffed me right out, it just wasn't fair. [img]/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img]

Bones sprang to his ride, called his ballas and shizzle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, counting chips that were mine,
"Holla Christmas to you and to Cha59!"

McHoHoHo

jafeather · #2 12-24-2006, 03:39 AM

Madness.....straight madness......

Pasterbator · #3 12-24-2006, 03:44 AM

This is awesome.

Except for the fact that im not mentioned.

Still awesome.

juiceistilted · #4 12-24-2006, 04:23 AM

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This is awesome.

Except for the fact that im not mentioned.

Still awesome.

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thank god i cant say this anymore! LOL
Greatness slacker, sheer greatness!!!!