West Coast Connection Forum
Lifestyle => Tha G-Spot => Topic started by: Lost Titan on December 19, 2002, 07:57:45 AM
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t'was the night b4 x-mas and all through the house
every creture was fucking even the mouse
the stocking were hung but not with care
hoping santa will leave a bag or 2 there
The kids all tucked tight in thier beds
while naked Girls danced in thier heads
mama in da thong And i in my cap
just got done fucking and started to nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I put down the blunt 2 see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds and threw up the hash.
When, what to my glazed eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight cazy ass reindeer,
With a little old driver who smoke the bowl so quick,
I knew in a moment holly shit it's St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he chough 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 smoke away! smoke away! smoke away all!"
I ran to the living room 2 c if he was there
holly Shit i said my living room bare
and that when i saw santa take off in flight
"Merry Christmas to all, i'm getting another bowl tonight."
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^lol...word..smoke your greens