'Twas the night before Christmas...

Shit! who's in the garden?!?

With a great big one hitter, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More buzzed up than budgies his posse they came,
And he hollered and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Rosy! now, Clayton! now, Sunshine and Dyna!
On, Malty! On, Baldrick! on, on Chingown and Racer!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now bong away! Bong away! Bong away all!"
 
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Shit! who's in the garden?!?

With a great big one hitter, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More buzzed up than budgies his posse they came,
And he hollered and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Rosy! now, Clayton! now, Sunshine and Dyna!
On, Malty! On, Baldrick! on, on Chingown and Racer!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now bong away! Bong away! Bong away all!"






Who the fuck is rosy



Said ty with jealous suspicion

As he hastily in the kitchen
 
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
I was chasing some broad around
Lifting her blouse
Her ass was round
Her titties were fat
But that dumb whore
Done gave me the clap
 
He put down the bottle
And said with a grin
"This is the worst stupor
I've ever been in"

He packed up a valise
Tho he felt rather ill
And jumped in his Pinto
To go make friends with Bill
 
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