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Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Foxwoods
Posts: 785
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and on GFY
Some asshat was suing, we?re still not sure why;
The smell of free money was in the air,
With hopes that a lawyer would soon be there;
The dillholes were nestled all snug in their beds (Mom?s basement),
While visions of dollars signs danced in their heads;
And mamma in her g-string, and my lip I was chewin?,
Had just settled down for a hard winter's screwin?,
When on GFY there arose such a ruckus,
The douchenozzles were claiming ?THEY?RE TRYING TO FUCK US!?
Away to the puter I flew like a Flash
I opened Firefox and looking to clash.
The monitor hums and gives a soft glow
Shedding light on things we all should know,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a thread with the title, come sue them here,
It?s a pimple faced punk, with a really small dick,
I knew in a moment he must be dick.
More rapid than DSL his bullshit came,
And he bitched, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, NATS! now, TMM! now, John and Poo!
Get, Him! get Her! get, Me and You!
To the affiliates! to sponsors to those the install!
Now cash in! cash in! cash in all!"
As fast as an 18 year old shoots a load,
Nothing will deter them from being a toad,
So on to their Mom?s laptop they flew,
With a head full of crap, and Mom?s credit card too.
And then, it spewed forth, this load shit
I?m gonna sue you, I?ve had it, that?s it.
As I read more, and was getting quite sick,
He kept going on with his inane load of shit.
He claims to know all, yet barely gets by,
And we?ve even heard rumor he can be more than sly;
A mouth full of cow dung he was willing to share,
When he speaks do any of us really care
His fingers -- how they danced! his cock how merry!
His pecker was hard, I bet he still has his cherry!
His great big mouth cute was like a girls,
And the cum on his chin was done up in curls;
The crack pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a puffy face and a distended belly,
That rumbles and moans, he can only afford the jelly.
He was thin as a rail, a sorry ass nerd,
And I laughed as I read, this dude is a turd;
A flick of his keys and a quick hit of send,
It kept going on, will it ever end;
He typed and he typed, he seems really tense,
Spewing more crap; never making any sense,
At last we come to the end of his prose,
And giving the finger, up their ass he rose;
He sprang to his moped, ready for flight,
And away he rode off, into the night.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, Fuck You and good-night."
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