Twas the night before Christmas ( X-Rated Version )

[timothy...@gmail.com]

Trusted tight lines

[Bridget Mayer]

On Thursday, December 23, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-5, Kevin Harkness wrote:
> Twas the night before Christmas ( X-Rated Version )
> Twas the night before christmas
> And all thropugh the house ,
> Everyone felt shitty ,
> Even the mouse
> Mom at the whore house ,
> Dad smoking grass
> I settled down for a nice
> Piece of ass .
> I set myself down out on
> The lawn , I heard a
> Big clatter so I sprang
> From my piece to see
> What was the matter .
> From out on the lawn
> I saw a big dick ,
> And I knew in a moment
> It must be St Nick
> He came down the
> Chiminey like a bat
> Outta hell , and I knew
> In a moment the fucker
> Had fell .
> He filled our stockings
> With pretzels and beer
> And a huge rubber dick
> For my brother the Queer .
> He rose up the chiminey
> With a thunderous fart
> And the son of a bitch
> Blew the chiminey apart
> And as he rode off into
> The night , he said ,
> " Piss on you all , and
> To all a bitch of a night "
> --
> ------------------------------
> \\\o///
> \\ - - //
> ( @ @ )
> -------oOOo-(_)-oOOo----------
> Sincerely yours,
> Kevin Harkness
> icq#: 22013099
> ----------------Oooo----------
> oooO ( )
> ( ) ) /
> \ ( (_/
> \_)
> ------------------------------

[Richard Catto]

Hey Bridget!

...show us yer tits...

[Ṃᴆ]

eww

they prolly droop down to her ankles

[Richard Catto]

I still want to see them

[Ṃᴆ]

dibs if they still defy gravity

[Richard Catto]

I'm attaching weights to her nipples to stretch them out

[Ṃᴆ]

I miss Jules too

[Richard Catto]

On Tuesday, 31 January 2023 at 18:02:35 UTC+2, Ṃᴆ wrote:
> On 1/24/2023 6:50 PM, Richard Catto wrote:
> > On Wednesday, 11 January 2023 at 05:20:55 UTC+2, Ṃᴆ wrote:
> >> On 1/10/2023 4:21 AM, Richard Catto wrote:
> >>> On Tuesday, 10 January 2023 at 04:50:33 UTC+2, Ṃᴆ wrote:
> >>>> On 1/9/2023 2:50 AM, Richard Catto wrote:
> >>>>> On Friday, 23 December 2022 at 23:28:27 UTC+2, Bridget Mayer wrote:
> >>>>>> On Thursday, December 23, 1999 at 3:00:00 AM UTC-5, Kevin Harkness

> >>>>>>> Twas the night before Christmas ( X-Rated Version ) Twas the
> >>>>>>> night before christmas And all thropugh the house , Everyone felt
> >>>>>>> shitty , Even the mouse Mom at the whore house , Dad smoking
> >>>>>>> grass I settled down for a nice Piece of ass . I set myself down
> >>>>>>> out on The lawn , I heard a Big clatter so I sprang From my piece
> >>>>>>> to see What was the matter . From out on the lawn I saw a big
> >>>>>>> dick , And I knew in a moment It must be St Nick He came down
> >>>>>>> the Chiminey like a bat Outta hell , and I knew In a moment the
> >>>>>>> fucker Had fell . He filled our stockings With pretzels and beer
> >>>>>>> And a huge rubber dick For my brother the Queer . He rose up the
> >>>>>>> chiminey With a thunderous fart And the son of a bitch Blew the
> >>>>>>> chiminey apart And as he rode off into The night , he said , "
> >>>>>>> Piss on you all , and To all a bitch of a night " --
> >>>>>>> ------------------------------ \\\o/// \\ - - // ( @ @ )
> >>>>>>> -------oOOo-(_)-oOOo---------- Sincerely yours, Kevin Harkness
> >>>>>>> icq#: 22013099 ----------------Oooo---------- oooO ( ) ( ) ) / \
> >>>>>>> ( (_/ \_) ------------------------------
> >>>>> Hey Bridget!
> >>>>> ...show us yer tits...
> >>>> eww

> >>>> they prolyl droop down to her ankles

> >>> I still want to see them
> >> dibs if they still defy gravity
> > I'm attaching weights to her nipples to stretch them out
> I miss Jules too

omg, that's the funniest thing you've said in two decades.

btw, I hate Anzac (Australia and New Zealand) and I have relatives in both places. Still would not stop me from pushing the button to obliterate them from the map.

it's probably because those two twat nations decided to side with Britain in the Second Anglo Boer War and invade my country.

But I am a conflicted individual because members of my family fought on the British side. Living in the Cape Colony automatically made you part of the (illegal) British invasion of the Boer Republics (Transvaal and Oranje Vrystaat). My mother has in her possession a medal given to those who participated in the Boer War (on the British side, of course), issued by Queen Victoria herself. My mother thinks it is a Victoria cross but it's just a participation medal. I looked it up.

In hindsight, I believe the British were illegal aggressors, but on the other hand, if not for their war, the Union of South Africa would never have been constituted in 1910.

Still, I hold onto my hate. I just don't like the idea of foreigners tramping and shitting all over my country. Those idiots should have declined the invitation to join in. They did not have to, Britain was not at risk, like in WWII. It was the Boer Republics which were at risk.

It is possible that without the war, eventually South Africa might have formed out of alliances between Natal, the Cape and the Boer Republics. Or they could have remained separate countries, which would not be a bad thing either.

[Ṃᴆ]

limeys and frogs are ultimately responsible for the niggers/kaffirs we
have today -- they both came to Africa however many centuries ago
looking for valuable minerals, found them, and then correctly paid
niggers next to nuthin' to dig 'em up while feeding them and providing
shelter

nigs got so used to being fed and having shit provided to them that they
forgot their hunting and gathering traditions, to say nothing of their
social traditions and relatively benign tribal ways

when the limey/frogs packed up and left, they didn't bother re-educating
them even on the simple shit, so the (Dutch?) ended up shipping 'em to
North and South America as slaves where they were content to have shit
given to them again in return for picking cotton, cleaning out
cesspools, and allowing their women/girls to be ceaselessly raped by whitey

Booth was a day late and dollar short offing Abe or we'd still be having
our boots shined by darkies along with the privilege of lynching them at
will, not to mention parading them around in shackles to auction 'em off
to the highest bidder

<re-watching Django for the twenty-third dozenth time>