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12-23-2019, 05:41 PM
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Twas the Nizzle before Christmizzle
Twas the nizzle before Christmizzle when all through Mortys
Not a creature was stirring, not even even CT and Big Bizness
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Magz soon would be there.
Patriot Nation were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of trophys & hardware danced in their heads.
And BoPo in his 'kerchief, and Honeycutta and ole Fatpat in their
caps, had just settled our brains for a long tater's nap.
When out on the roof above the war room there arose such a clatter,
Ole Fatpat sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash buffet style,tore open the
shutter, and threw up the ole sash.
The moon on the breast of the new big a$$ fans gave the lustre of
midday to objects below!
When,what to my wondering tater eyes should appear,
but the train and eight reindeer. Wowza! With a conductor so lively
and swaggy,I knew in a moment it must be ole Maggzy
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,and he whistled and
shouted Time to freaking rise baby!!!
He called them by name:"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!Now, Prancer
and Vixen!On, Comet! On, Cupid!On, Donner and Blitzen!To the top of
the Mortys !To the top of the wall! Now dash away wide freaking open!
Dash away Ric Flair style! Dash away all!
As dry leaves at the mini mall that before the wild hurricane fly, when
they meet at Pig in a Poke, mount to the sky!
So up to the top of Mortys the coursers they flew,with the sleigh full of
toys, and Magz too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
something snap like a mutha As I drew in my head and was turning
around, down the chimney ole Magz came with a bound.He was
dressed all in bling and fur, from his head to his foot,and his clothes
were all tarnished with Patriot apparel.
A bundle of trophies he had flung on his back, and he looked like
grammy just preparing a meal for the tater fatpack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like Yoders cookies, his nose like a cherry!
His mouth was drawn up like a bow bruh, and the beard on his chin
was as white as Hightides napkin
The stump of a cigar 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 bowl full of taters and he yelled Time to feast!
A right jolly old Patriot, I laughed when I saw him,in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, a head nod like yea bruh and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work espionage style
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a herky jerk like ole Roy
And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving another head nod,
up the chimney he rose. He sprang to the train, to his team gave a
firetruck whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I
heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of freaking sight,
More mash taters please and
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas baby to all BGR bruthas! More mash taters please!!!
Twas the Nizzle before Christmizzle
Twas the nizzle before Christmizzle when all through Mortys
Not a creature was stirring, not even even CT and Big Bizness
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Magz soon would be there.
Patriot Nation were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of trophys & hardware danced in their heads.
And BoPo in his 'kerchief, and Honeycutta and ole Fatpat in their
caps, had just settled our brains for a long tater's nap.
When out on the roof above the war room there arose such a clatter,
Ole Fatpat sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash buffet style,tore open the
shutter, and threw up the ole sash.
The moon on the breast of the new big a$$ fans gave the lustre of
midday to objects below!
When,what to my wondering tater eyes should appear,
but the train and eight reindeer. Wowza! With a conductor so lively
and swaggy,I knew in a moment it must be ole Maggzy
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,and he whistled and
shouted Time to freaking rise baby!!!
He called them by name:"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!Now, Prancer
and Vixen!On, Comet! On, Cupid!On, Donner and Blitzen!To the top of
the Mortys !To the top of the wall! Now dash away wide freaking open!
Dash away Ric Flair style! Dash away all!
As dry leaves at the mini mall that before the wild hurricane fly, when
they meet at Pig in a Poke, mount to the sky!
So up to the top of Mortys the coursers they flew,with the sleigh full of
toys, and Magz too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
something snap like a mutha As I drew in my head and was turning
around, down the chimney ole Magz came with a bound.He was
dressed all in bling and fur, from his head to his foot,and his clothes
were all tarnished with Patriot apparel.
A bundle of trophies he had flung on his back, and he looked like
grammy just preparing a meal for the tater fatpack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like Yoders cookies, his nose like a cherry!
His mouth was drawn up like a bow bruh, and the beard on his chin
was as white as Hightides napkin
The stump of a cigar 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 bowl full of taters and he yelled Time to feast!
A right jolly old Patriot, I laughed when I saw him,in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, a head nod like yea bruh and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work espionage style
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a herky jerk like ole Roy
And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving another head nod,
up the chimney he rose. He sprang to the train, to his team gave a
firetruck whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I
heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of freaking sight,
More mash taters please and
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas baby to all BGR bruthas! More mash taters please!!!
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12-23-2019, 05:58 PM
FatPat you've out-tatered yourself!!!
Merry Christmas!!!
Merry Christmas!!!
12-23-2019, 07:17 PM
[Image: https://i.imgflip.com/3karbp.jpg] 64 baby reminds ole Fatpat of the Christmas of 1964 when ole Fatpat was pumped as a mutha! Snow was a falling and ole Fatpat was excited baby! It was cold as the ole ex wifes heart outside brutha! Ole Fatpat going to to tear something up this tatermas baby and get fat as a town dog bruh! Donât care what you call ole Fatpat as long as you call the big guy to supper. Wowza! Like your style and 30,196 posts is freaking shizzle nizzle baby! From da entourage and ole Fatpat have a merry Christmas and enjoy your posts bruh! #partyalreadystarted #makebgrgreatagain More mash taters please!!!
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