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yugure: Hey guys. Happy Holidays! I thought i would be nice this year and tell you a story. there is a catch.....i have to use a version so everybody everywhere can enjoy it. Im going to tell you a story that was formally known as Twas The Night Before Chistmas. It is now called Twas The night Before A Non-denominational Winter holiday.
Twas the night before A Non-denominational Winter holiday, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
the neutral gift sacks were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that a non-specific holiday figure would soon be there.
Children of every race, and nationality were resting all snug in their beds,
while sugur-free plums danced in there heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I got up out of bed to see what was the matter,
And to see who was violating the neighborhood sound adherence.
but what to my eyes did apear?
but an admissions free vehicle and eight size-challanged reigndeer.
Holiday figure was so lively and quick, i knew in a moment it must be........holiday figure.
he had a broad but normal face and an advance sized belly.
And he laughed Lady Of The Evening,Lady Of The Evening,Lady Of The Evening!.............................................................What in the world?! You cant even say HO HO HO! no more.
what kind of crap is this? I dont care who you are.
HIS NAME IS SANDY CLAUS, AND HE CRACKS DEER WITH A HORSEWHIP, BREAKS INTO PEOPLES HOUSES, DRINKS RUM AND EGGNOG, AND LOOKS LIKE UNCLE JESSE FROM DUKES OF HAZZARD!!
END OF STORY!!
Im sorry....but i got this from Larry the Cable Guy. But he does have a good point. Isnt that right Sesshomaru?
Sesshomaru: I cant believe im stuck with you.
yugure: You love me and you know it. ^-^
Sesshomaru: Here are todays lyrics.
Iron Maiden Lyrics
The Trooper
[Harris]
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
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