Originally Posted by twassington:
“That sheep's come to a sticky end!!
”
“That sheep's come to a sticky end!!
”
It'll serve it right......at least it isn't Parton!
Thread Killers [not so] Anonymous. (Part 17)
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Originally Posted by chinchin:
“pfft.”
“pfft.”
Originally Posted by twassington:
“*wafts it over wee thready*”
“*wafts it over wee thready*
”
Disgusting filthy pigs!
Originally Posted by Scots rool:
“
Disgusting filthy pigs!”
“
Disgusting filthy pigs!
”
the 3 of them eat out the same trough
Morning Sr, & wee thready
Originally Posted by twassington:
“Pah!!!”
“Pah!!!”
Originally Posted by chinchin:
“Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!!”
“Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!!”
Originally Posted by twassington:
“And thrice Pah!!!!! With knobs on!!!”
“And thrice Pah!!!!! With knobs on!!!”
Oh dear, are you lungs not working properly!
Originally Posted by Scots rool:
“Oh dear, are you lungs not working properly!”
“Oh dear, are you lungs not working properly!
”
*gives SR withering glance of scornful rolling eyedness*
Morning wee thready.........only one more sleep till
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Originally Posted by thready:
“Arghhhhhhh I'm so 'cited, I can't wait!”
“Arghhhhhhh I'm so 'cited, I can't wait!
”
* watches twass removing the labels from all tins of bean in the kitchen cupboard *
* Weirdo *
Morning wee thready
* Weirdo *
Morning wee thready
Originally Posted by twassington:
“*takes all labels off thready's presents and puts labels on for chins, self, ducky, pinky and FB*”
“*takes all labels off thready's presents and puts labels on for chins, self, ducky, pinky and FB*
”
Stooooooopid person, Santa hasn't delivered thready's presents yet!
Originally Posted by The_Sleeper:
“* watches twass removing the labels from all tins of bean in the kitchen cupboard *
* Weirdo *
Morning wee thready”
“* watches twass removing the labels from all tins of bean in the kitchen cupboard *
* Weirdo *
Morning wee thready
”
Twass is a weirdo.
Originally Posted by thready:
“Morning Joe, I'm sooooooooooooooo 'cited.”
“Morning Joe, I'm sooooooooooooooo 'cited.
”
Morning Joe
Originally Posted by twassington:
“*tuts* You know Santa doesn't exist, all those presents are in the bottom of your wardrobe!!”
“*tuts* You know Santa doesn't exist, all those presents are in the bottom of your wardrobe!!
”
Santa does exist, stop fibbing! I don't have presents in my wardrobe........everyone knows Santa delivers them tonight.
Originally Posted by Gemo52:
“Merry Christmad.”
“Merry Christmad.
”
Merry Christmas Eve.
Originally Posted by Scots rool:
“
Santa does exist, stop fibbing! I don't have presents in my wardrobe........everyone knows Santa delivers them tonight.
Merry Christmas Eve.”
“
Santa does exist, stop fibbing! I don't have presents in my wardrobe........everyone knows Santa delivers them tonight.
Merry Christmas Eve.
”
shes just like chin, a lying toad
Afternoon Sr, Gemo, & wee thready
Merry Christmas Eve.to you all 
Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
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 up the sash.
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 tinny 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, on Donner 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 Toys, 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 in my head, 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 Toys 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!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye 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,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clement Clarke Moore
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
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 up the sash.
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 tinny 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, on Donner 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 Toys, 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 in my head, 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 Toys 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!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye 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,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clement Clarke Moore
Originally Posted by The_Sleeper:
“shes just like chin, a lying toad
Afternoon Sr, Gemo, & wee threadyMerry Christmas Eve.to you all ”
“shes just like chin, a lying toad
Afternoon Sr, Gemo, & wee thready
Merry Christmas Eve.to you all ”
Yup! They can't help themselves.
Evening Joe, Merry Christmas to you & yours.
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