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[Popple]

'Twas Da Night

'Twas the night before Spammas, when all through the forum

Not a topic was active, not even with porn;


The jail keys were hung by the chimney with care,

In dread that St. Franis soon would be there;


The mods were nestled all snug in their bunker,

With visions of destruction alive in their thunkers;

Flavio with spaghetti, and Mama Luigi with lolcats,

Had just settled down for a long Spammas nap, (Alcohol was involved)

When out in the OT there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bomb shelter to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I snapped like a whip,

Tore open the shutters armed with locking stick.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen flurrie

Gave the lustre of last minute lurkers in hurry,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,



But a miniature dump, and eight tiny spamdeer,

With a 8-bit driver, so full of shit,

I knew in a moment it must be Franis.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Basher! now, Flammer! now, Rick and Roll!

On, N00blet! on Fapper! on, Ranter and Troll!

To the top of the forum! to the top of the site!

Now spam away! spam away! spam away tonight!"

So as fast as they could, up to Tippi they flew,

With their dump full of spam, and St. Franis too.



And then, in a twinkling, I heard in Digibutter

The prancing and pawing of each little *crag*.

As I drew out my gun, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Franis came with a bound.

He looked like crap, from his head to his tail,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ads and chain-mail;

A bundle of spam he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a druggie who had just smoked some crack.

His eyes -- how they seemed like black endless voids

His cheeks were like needles, and he *cragged* little boys!

His teeth were as sharp as gardening hoes,

And he had not grown a beard due to therapy chemo;

The stump of a joint he held tight in his claws,

As he murdered a puppy and ate it's tiny paws;

He had a broad face and smelled of meth,

And the shock, when he laughed like a bowlful of death.

He played DnD, and was dressed elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

THEN I *crag* SHOT HIM IN THE FACE.


MERRY *crag* CHRISTMAS

[Super ShadowArticuno]

You just made me spit up my tea.

Epic win, in other words.

[Gold Prognosticus]

...

Win, in a freaky sorta way.

[Zelnor]

Kein Kommentar.

[Shrowser]

[Mona]

Freakin epic.

[Francis]

That brought tears to mine eyes.
Merry Spammas!

[Admiral Bobbery]

Nice work Popple, Merry Spammas to you and to all!

[Typhoon™]

Someone has to make that into a voice recording

[Popple]

I had an idea of something I could do with it. But you'll have to wait till next Spammas.

[Alexio]

You seemed desperate on some rhymes, but its full of epic.

[INeedScissors61]

Holy *crag* Popple...
I've seen a lot of EPIC WIN in my day, but this takes the cake (or, for tribute to Kii, it takes the bacon).
I believe you just won everything on the internet, plus anyone/thing that ever used it.

[Flavio]

Flavio hates spaghetti, *crag* dumb ass...

[MALAK]

You've lost too much epicness for this to count as anything.

NOW GOOD DAY SIR!

[Paper Peach]

I thought of doing that, but I ran out of time (it was like on saturday DX) Anyhows, I choked on the pecans I was eating XD That was so freakin funny!