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'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
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at 2008-10-02 |
Rating: 4.39
Votes: 75 |
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Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste.
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at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.38
Votes: 53 |
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Frosty the cokehead was a crazed neurotic soul,
With a big glass pipe and a vial of crack,
And no sense of self control.
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at 2008-08-05 |
Rating: 4.17
Votes: 54 |
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At this time of year it is patently clear
That the males are the ones who are blest.
Thoughts like "goodwill to men" we hear time and again
And we find them quite hard to digest.
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by Jacqueline Ramm
at 2008-10-02 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 8 |
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There was a young lady named May
Who was taking a ride in her sleigh.
She ran out of snow,
Her sleigh wouldn't go.
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by Tucker, Bob (Grandpa)
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 8 |
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If you see a fat man
who's jolly and cute
Wearing a beard
and a red flannel suit
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at 2008-08-05 |
Rating: 3.77
Votes: 77 |
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There was an old fellow named Claus
With a case of the mid-winter blahs.
Taught his reindeer to fly
So they took to the sky.
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by Tucker, Bob (Grandpa)
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.55
Votes: 11 |
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Old Scrooge wore a smile not a sneer
And was filled with Holiday cheer.
For there in the sky,
He saw flying by
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by Tucker, Bob (Grandpa)
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.17
Votes: 12 |
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All I want for Christmas is a pair of nice young men,
A football team . League or Union . I don't mind,
A determined man with plenty of gysm,
Broad shoulders. Hairy chest. And a tight behind.
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by Robyn Scott
at 2008-05-13 |
Rating: 3.09
Votes: 11 |
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I wonder what Christmas will be,
No merriment, good cheer or glee,
Now that Santa's arrested,
Because someone protested,
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at 2008-08-05 |
Rating: 2.89
Votes: 9 |
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Last night I found my sweetheart Flo,
Posed neath a spray of mistletoe.
"How come", said I, "when Christmas Day
Is still a good long week away?"
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at 2008-12-08 |
Rating: 2.56
Votes: 16 |
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There was a farmer named Gary
Whose mule was getting contrary.
Gary painted him red,
A green hat on his head.
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by Tucker, Bob (Grandpa)
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 2.40
Votes: 5 |
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When christmas comes already yet,
Mit presents large and sweet.
The tings I like in mein stockings best,
By jiminiy, are my feet!
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at 2008-12-08 |
Rating: 2.03
Votes: 39 |
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