Your favorite holiday poems
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Normal Egg
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 6:20 p.m. - Subject: Your favorite holiday poems |
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This isn’t mine; by the way.
Dreidel dreidel dreidel,
I made you out of clay,
and when there’s no one looking,
I’ll throw your ass away
I’d rather have an Xbox,
So bad that I will fight,
but MY people were chosen,
so life sucks for 7 more nights.
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Master Egg
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 6:32 p.m. - Subject: |
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Jingle Bells
Niggers smell
The mexicans came to stay
Oh what fun it is to buy
From the jews who want your pay
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open cart
The mexican immigrant runs
Like a speeding dart
Oh jingle bells
Niggers smell
The mexicans came to stay
Oh what fun it is to buy
From the jews who want your pay
racism is fun.
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Power Egg
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 6:37 p.m. - Subject: |
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You better watch out
you better not cry,
somethings not right I’m telling you why;
Hillary Clinton is coming to town.
Not mine
git-r-dun
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Normal Egg
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 6:44 p.m. - Subject: |
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Here is the church,
Here is the steeple,
Set it on fire,
And kill all the people.
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Normal Egg
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 6:53 p.m. - Subject: |
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Silent fart...
Deadly fart...
All is calm...
Not for long...
git-r-done
No 2 poem.
Silver balls... Silver Balls
Its Christmas time in the nursing home.
Ring-a-ling... Hear nurses sings.
Tell Mr. Smith to put his pant back on.
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 7:21 p.m. - Subject: |
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There once was a man from nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
He smiled with a grin, as cum dripped down his chin
"If my ear were a cunt, I could fuck it........santa"
There, chritmasfied.
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Master Egg
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 8:43 p.m. - Subject: |
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Ever since grandma got run over by a reindeer,
She’s been running low on christmas cheer,
With a bottle in her hand and her legs around a man,
Is how she’s probably spending Christmas this year.
An excerpt from the shitty but undeniably catchy pop-punk song "She’s A Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas".
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| Posted: Dec 04, 2007 9:04 p.m. - Subject: |
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Dashing through the grunter
In a one grunter open grunter
O’er the grunter we go
grunting all the way
Bells on grunters ring
Making grunter bright
What fun it is to grunt and grunt
A grunting grunter tonight
Jingle grunter jingle grunter
grunter all the way;
Oh! what grunt it is to grun
In a one-grunt open grunter
(TO THE TUNE OF JINGEL BELLS )
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