A Funny Thing Happened At The EBN Chrsitmas Party

Did BMTH and the Shovel have a good time?


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Out of doors, the snow was falling,
But inside, ebaum was calling,
All of his friends and minions round,
So that a good time, could finally be found.

Chalupa came from the Pennsylvania Heights,
Big Matt showed up in his Christmas tights,
Nocturnal awoke from his daylight slumber,
Went to the bathroom (and then we called a plumber).

Silberfuchs attended, and made all the men happy,
Even Telaso (it was an extra kind of sappy),
TonytheTiger flew in from Missouri,
And went to the kitchen to prepare ratatouille.

Catgarvin came in from the freezing cold,
With Neffy, on his leash, not being too bold.
Chewy came in for five minutes and left just as quick,
Almost like a hairy, Canadian, St. Nick.

Stu Pidasole was drunk on the couch, as is normal,
To him, there is no soiree that is formal,
I, also, had been hitting the bourbon,
And was consequently wearing a shade as a turban.

Brian was hanging the stockings by the chimney with care,
The rest of his laundry was covered in hair,
It's Me had recently shaved her ferrety-self,
So that she could play the part of the Christmas elf.

Jolly Christmas fun was being had by all,
And ebaum stood proud in his Holiday Hall.
When in through the door there came such a creature,
As to make Frood drop his trousers and call for a preacher.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
From his mouth ran fresh blood, which dripped on his boot,
There was a sadness in his eyes, but an overall meanness,
We knew not to approach, for he'd surely eat us.

As he stood there staring at our little jolly party,
I heard him sigh and declare, "why not be hearty?
It is I, your friend from Europe, with blood so wet,
You know me as Fero-Gradumet."

And then the joy had returned to the party galore,
We even found Edgar's long-lost Lenore,
Ciaran gorged himself on fries and mashed taters,
And casually ignored all the Ireland haters.

BigMatt went outside and came back with a shovel,
And then went to a bedroom in ebaum's Christmas hovel.
"I bet we won't see him the rest of the night,"
Said Chalupa, followed by, "Neffy, don't bite."

Holiday cheer was had by all, and ebaum was proud,
His last party didn't quite get off the ground,
But this one was well, he thought, as he ate cranberry jelly,
At least we didn't have to invite Underbelly.

As the night grew older and daylight drew near,
All ebaum's friends would eventually disappear,
Back to their meaningless, toiling, little lives,
But at least they could always give Christmas high fives.

Next year we would all reconvene,
At the site of our annual Christmas scene,
But for the rest of the year we must all acquiesce,
To being away, so Merry Christmas, God Bless.

This post is dedicated to the aging Kevinsmith,
Who is so old that he'll probably die forthwith.
 
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silberfuchs

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I think I'm getting a reputation as a slut around here. I'm not sure how to feel about that.

That aside, I enjoyed it very much.
 

Brian

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Out of doors, the snow was falling,
But inside, ebaum was calling,
All of his friends and minions round,
So that a good time, could finally be found.

Chalupa came from the Pennsylvania Heights,
Big Matt showed up in his Christmas tights,
Nocturnal awoke from his daylight slumber,
Went to the bathroom (and then we called a plumber).

Silberfuchs attended, and made all the men happy,
Even Telaso (it was an extra kind of sappy),
TonytheTiger flew in from Missouri,
And went to the kitchen to prepare ratatouille.

Catgarvin came in from the freezing cold,
With Neffy, on his leash, not being too bold.
Chewy came in for five minutes and left just as quick,
Almost like a hairy, Canadian, St. Nick.

Stu Pidasole was drunk on the couch, as is normal,
Too him, there is no soiree that is formal,
I, also, had been hitting the bourbon,
And was consequently wearing a shade as a turban.

Jolly Christmas fun was being had by all,
And ebaum stood proud in his Holiday Hall.
When in through the door there came such a creature,
As to make Frood drop his trousers and call for a preacher.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
From his mouth ran fresh blood, which dripped on his boot,
There was a sadness in his eyes, but an overall meanness,
We knew not to approach, for he'd surely eat us.

As he stood there staring at our little jolly party,
I heard him sigh and declare, "why not be hearty?
It is I, your friend from Europe, with blood so wet,
You know me as Fero-Gradumet."

And then the joy had returned to the party galore,
We even found Edgar's long-lost Lenore,
Ciaran gorged himself on fries and mashed taters,
And casually ignored all the Ireland haters.

BigMatt went outside and came back with a shovel,
And then went to a bedroom in ebaum's Christmas hovel.
"I bet we won't see him the rest of the night,"
Said Chalupa, followed by, "Neffy, don't bite."

Holiday cheer was had by all, and ebaum was proud,
His last party didn't quite get off the ground,
But this one was well, he thought, as he ate cranberry jelly,
At least we didn't have to invite Underbelly.

As the night grew older and daylight drew near,
All ebaum's friends would eventually disappear,
Back to their meaningless, toiling, little lives,
But at least they could always give Christmas high fives.

Next year we would all reconvene,
At the site of our annual Christmas scene,
But for the rest of the year we must all acquiesce,
To being away, so Merry Christmas, God Bless.

This post is dedicated to the aging Kevinsmith,
Who is so old that he'll probably die forthwith.
*ctrl+F 'brian': nothing found


you piece of shit you're dead to me
 
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