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NORAD tracks Santa...

24 December 2008 - 06:14 PM

Santa is coming...track him to see where he is...Enjoy...


Have a Safe and Happy Holidays...

22 December 2008 - 11:52 PM

twas the night before Christmas and all through the house , BRIK was thinking about paintball while scrolling with his mouse.
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some new paintball gear soon would be there;
BRIK was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of new markers danced in his head;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my mask,
Had just settled down to tap my wifes ass;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw out my pot stash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of gear, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew the DM8 in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of markers he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
I raised my marker as mad as can be,Old Saint Nick is as stoned as me.
He found my sash, and didn't share ,the 20 round burst whizzed by his white hair.
The next 30 balls got him right in the face,
he dropped to his knee as he seemed out of place.
" leave the markers , hoppers and cool woodsball clothes"
as I yelled out loud with my red whisky nose
That old fat man ran for the door, I pulled out the Ego to give him some more.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
"Fuck you BRIK, your wife was Alright"

*NOTE* I do not do drugs, this was all just a funny parody that I found...I apologize if your offended...

Merry Christmas from my family to yours...Be safe and have fun...!