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Tuesday, December 21, 2004


Happy fucking holidays.(Poetic mood)
twas the night before Christmas
and all through the home,
all the fossils were decaying,
from watching Biodome.

Patty Louise from a stroke,
Loise Pat from fear,
Debbie marks from the stairs,
and Coon from the beer.

Sal Simpson from his heart,
Tom Jackson from cold air,
Jack Thompson from a bath,
and the nurse's didn't care.

The stink got much worse,
but the attendants could'nt smell,
all their former charges,
dead on the way to Hell.

For all their old rantings,
and all the old advice,
most of those old bastards,
were as cold as dry ice.

They were full of lies,
and all were big fakes,
for the ladies were whores,
and the men were all flakes.

So next time some old fruit,
is giving you shit,
just smile wide and say
"Shut it you hypocrit."

You are full of double standards,
most of your complaints lack sense,
you cannot adjust to now,
and your old ways are so dense!

But you know in the end,
we all are that way,
so what I just told you,
may not be good to say.

So leave the old bastards alone,
let them be old cliches,
and from your friend Alasathor,
Happy Fucking Holidays.

What can I say, I went and saw my grandma the other day at the Old Folk's Home. Right as they were carrying out three dead spinsters. Death does not seem to bother those old people. But for me, seeing those old dead bitches made me think of how glad I am my Grandma was not one of them. So, just to make your grandparents day, give them a call, and tell them Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Killer Kwanza, and any other holidays I missed.

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