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Not a song, exactly... but I wanted to put it someplace where you'd find it, Y: Merry Christmas.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through Lit-Land
The horny Lit people took matters in hand
The stockings were flung on the floor by the chair
The boxers and bras nearly made it there
The lit couples were cozy all snuggled in bed
their one handed typing made them light in the head
When out in her street there arose such a clatter
That Beachey got up to see what was the matter
When what to her wondering eyes should appear
The Devils, in uniform, visiting here!
There's Boyle, and Zajac, and Coleman and Bratt
And Schneider and Anderson, would you look at that!
The Henrique freak was saddened for only a minute
That her fantasy player wouldn't be in it.
For he had been traded away to the Ducks
But that didn't stop their imaginary fucks.
She'd seen them in full gear with hockey sticks too
Then Kinkaid stepped up and said "Can I ask you?
If it's not too much trouble, and you wouldn't mind,
Can I see if that bow will come out of its bind?"
Well Henrique left her head, and he left in a flash
And she smiled and said "Of course. You're quite brash.
But you're welcome to." And batted an eyelash.
"And look - you've even got a beard and mustache."
With a wink of an eye and a nod of his head,
they turned and they left and he took her to bed.
And out in the street, the other Devils did see
Through the curtain, Kinkaid was straddled by Dee.
And they heard her scream as they took in the sight.
Merry Christmas to all - it'll be a long night!
Sorry, Macca, just had to do it. Offered with luvs.
Pmann trolling in the dead of night
Take that broken soul and learn to type
All your life
You were only waiting for that hooker to arrive
Pmann perving in the dead of night
Take those sunken hopes and learn to grieve
All your life
You were only waiting for a thread to post all your pet peeves
Pmann type, Pmann type
Feeling the slights in your dark black cries
Pmann type, Pmann type
Into the rants of your dark black sighs
Pmann railing in the dead of night
Take her ugly pants and learn to deride
All your life
You were only waiting for that hooker to arrive
You were only waiting for that hooker to arrive
You were only waiting for that hooker to arrive
*slow clap* well played.
Thank you. I hope “in quarantine” will remain figurative
Well done. Beatles is usually a pretty good source
Well, I made songs by Elastica and the Cranberries into two of my favorites, so ‘90s grunge/alt does have options