The Tards Attack
Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 6:36 pm
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through T1B
Not a creature was stirring, not even a AP’s Self of Steam;
The forums were calm with no posts to be shared,
In hopes that the Reindeer trolls soon would be pared;
The members were waiting anxiously in front of their PC,
While RadioFan and Goobs were phisting their Aunt B;
And mvscal wearing MB as a baseball cap,
while R-Jack took pictures with Mgo licking his sack,
When outside the hotel room arose such a clatter,
It was just KC Paul galloping in with another platter.
Away from the action Dinsdale peeked out his hotel room,
Only to be distracted by Ken Jennings, his hero and groom .
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
warren and Diog gaze at the stars while their melts give off a glow,
Back to the room, what to our eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a discrete fagot driver, so putrid and bland,
I knew in a moment it must be PSUFAN.
Gayer than the Village People his reindeer came in his hole,
As he shouted their names he was smoking Joe Pa’s pole ;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Rudolph! on Tyree! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of our climax! to the peak of our gay love fest!
Now give it to me! Give it to me and take dump on my chest!"
As on-lookers take note of what these shit trolls are doing,
Paul is done eating and is preparing for the shooting,
So up to the house-top Paul waddles to his kill spot,
When R-Jack comes up from behind starts the train on Paul’s v-slot.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof-top
The reindeer are done spewing and decide to pile-on Paul’s fat spot.
As I turned away from witnessing such disgust,
At the fireplace was Derron giving Orc some pelvic thrusts.
He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of gays had penetrated the tard’s dwelllings,
Uh oh, here comes Dins to correct my bad spelling.
The Reindeer now done with hammering Paul’s ass!
Now in search of Whitey to give him a razz!
Oh but they claim it will just be one hoofed troll doing the poking,
They must think we are fools and think they are joking;
Rumple steps in to offer some fair play and a possible truce,
But he is greeted with a wytch of his wife as the symbol for a noose;
PSUFAN wants Rumps to post another pic of his wife,
Rumple tells Dave to fuck off and go get a real life.
The reindeer hear the trouble while eating out Wags,
So they all gather up and use rumps as if he is a punching bag;
Rumps shakes it off and he keeps coming back,
And tells the reindeer to fuck off and suck on his cack ;
Rumps spoke not a word, but went straight to the threads,
And continued to post without looking at the reindeer giving each other head,
And giving the finger to the reindeer were Y2, AP, Whitey, and Paul,
The reindeer all turned to them and began to engage in the brawl;
Rumps jumped out from behind and gunned down those shit trolls,
And away they all fell to their death with their blood melting the snow.
But we all heard as the tards drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all tards, and to all a good-night."
Not a creature was stirring, not even a AP’s Self of Steam;
The forums were calm with no posts to be shared,
In hopes that the Reindeer trolls soon would be pared;
The members were waiting anxiously in front of their PC,
While RadioFan and Goobs were phisting their Aunt B;
And mvscal wearing MB as a baseball cap,
while R-Jack took pictures with Mgo licking his sack,
When outside the hotel room arose such a clatter,
It was just KC Paul galloping in with another platter.
Away from the action Dinsdale peeked out his hotel room,
Only to be distracted by Ken Jennings, his hero and groom .
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
warren and Diog gaze at the stars while their melts give off a glow,
Back to the room, what to our eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a discrete fagot driver, so putrid and bland,
I knew in a moment it must be PSUFAN.
Gayer than the Village People his reindeer came in his hole,
As he shouted their names he was smoking Joe Pa’s pole ;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Rudolph! on Tyree! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of our climax! to the peak of our gay love fest!
Now give it to me! Give it to me and take dump on my chest!"
As on-lookers take note of what these shit trolls are doing,
Paul is done eating and is preparing for the shooting,
So up to the house-top Paul waddles to his kill spot,
When R-Jack comes up from behind starts the train on Paul’s v-slot.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof-top
The reindeer are done spewing and decide to pile-on Paul’s fat spot.
As I turned away from witnessing such disgust,
At the fireplace was Derron giving Orc some pelvic thrusts.
He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of gays had penetrated the tard’s dwelllings,
Uh oh, here comes Dins to correct my bad spelling.
The Reindeer now done with hammering Paul’s ass!
Now in search of Whitey to give him a razz!
Oh but they claim it will just be one hoofed troll doing the poking,
They must think we are fools and think they are joking;
Rumple steps in to offer some fair play and a possible truce,
But he is greeted with a wytch of his wife as the symbol for a noose;
PSUFAN wants Rumps to post another pic of his wife,
Rumple tells Dave to fuck off and go get a real life.
The reindeer hear the trouble while eating out Wags,
So they all gather up and use rumps as if he is a punching bag;
Rumps shakes it off and he keeps coming back,
And tells the reindeer to fuck off and suck on his cack ;
Rumps spoke not a word, but went straight to the threads,
And continued to post without looking at the reindeer giving each other head,
And giving the finger to the reindeer were Y2, AP, Whitey, and Paul,
The reindeer all turned to them and began to engage in the brawl;
Rumps jumped out from behind and gunned down those shit trolls,
And away they all fell to their death with their blood melting the snow.
But we all heard as the tards drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all tards, and to all a good-night."
