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"Can’t get the actual poem out of my head now ![]() ![]() I think I mentioned it initially and I do love the so it’s not a bad thing ![]() | |||
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"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the lounge Not a fabber was stirring, no pic fabs to scrounge; The stockings were hung by the handcuffs with care, In hopes that the dildos soon would be there; The couples were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of unicorns danced in their heads . . Pink and I wanted to take the opportunity to say Merry Christmas to our fellow fabbers. We love the forums and the fun they provide and wanted to thank you all for making us laugh over the months. We also want to send a wave to those who have departed during the year - soxy, DanBerks and m1cks to name but a few. Enjoy your day tomorrow, however you choose to spend it. Eat too much chocolate, have one glass more of that fizz, play that one more game of whatever it is the little ones want to play. The world can be shit so take the opportunities to make happy memories when you can. Merry Christmas Fab and a bloody awesome 2018." You as well ![]() | |||
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"Twas the night before christmas And all through the house, Everyone felt shitty, Yep, even the mouse. ~~~~~~~ Mom stuck to the sink And dad smoking grass, He'd just settled down To play with his ass. From somewhere outside I heard such a clatter. I sprang to my feet To see what's the matter. ~~~~~~~ When out on the lawn I saw a big prick,I knew in a moment It must be Saint Nick. He came down the chimney Like a bat out of hell, I knew straight away That the nutter had fell. ~~~~~~~ He filled all our stockings With twigglets and beer, And a big rubber duck, For my brother the queer. He rose up the chimney With a thunderous Fart, The son of a bitch Blew the chimney apart. ~~~~~~~ He swore and he cursed As he rode out of sight, I laugh at you all, have a hell of a night!!!!!!!" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||
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"Twas the night before christmas And all through the house, Everyone felt shitty, Yep, even the mouse. ~~~~~~~ Mom stuck to the sink And dad smoking grass, He'd just settled down To play with his ass. From somewhere outside I heard such a clatter. I sprang to my feet To see what's the matter. ~~~~~~~ When out on the lawn I saw a big prick,I knew in a moment It must be Saint Nick. He came down the chimney Like a bat out of hell, I knew straight away That the nutter had fell. ~~~~~~~ He filled all our stockings With twigglets and beer, And a big rubber duck, For my brother the queer. He rose up the chimney With a thunderous Fart, The son of a bitch Blew the chimney apart. ~~~~~~~ He swore and he cursed As he rode out of sight, I laugh at you all, have a hell of a night!!!!!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() can you do better | |||
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"Loving these poems! ![]() ![]() Well not a poem...more of a Christmas message...but here goes ![]() | |||
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"Twas the night before christmas And all through the house, Everyone felt shitty, Yep, even the mouse. ~~~~~~~ Mom stuck to the sink And dad smoking grass, He'd just settled down To play with his ass. From somewhere outside I heard such a clatter. I sprang to my feet To see what's the matter. ~~~~~~~ When out on the lawn I saw a big prick,I knew in a moment It must be Saint Nick. He came down the chimney Like a bat out of hell, I knew straight away That the nutter had fell. ~~~~~~~ He filled all our stockings With twigglets and beer, And a big rubber duck, For my brother the queer. He rose up the chimney With a thunderous Fart, The son of a bitch Blew the chimney apart. ~~~~~~~ He swore and he cursed As he rode out of sight, I laugh at you all, have a hell of a night!!!!!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I've just had a poor attempt ![]() | |||
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"Loving these poems! ![]() ![]() ![]() Aww you daft fecker, you’ll have me blubbing in my hanky. Merry Christmas x ![]() | |||
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"Loving these poems! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() passes a king size sheet much better than a dainty lace hanky | |||
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"Loving these poems! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Good lord the germs there’d be in that ![]() | |||
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"Loving these poems! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Depends who's slept in it first ![]() | |||
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"That poem is still in my head ![]() That was the idea darling ![]() | |||
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"That poem is still in my head ![]() ![]() I know x | |||
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