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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 3, 2007 9:00:13 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 3, 2007 9:00:36 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 3, 2007 9:00:58 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 3, 2007 9:01:38 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 3, 2007 9:02:41 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 3, 2007 9:04:29 GMT -5
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 4, 2007 4:02:34 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 4, 2007 11:10:15 GMT -5
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 6, 2007 5:36:14 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Console on Dec 6, 2007 6:47:50 GMT -5
HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS (by Chet Raymo)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except father's mouse. The computer was humming, the icons were hopping, As father did last-minute Internet shopping.
The stockings were hung next the modem with care In the hope that Santa would bring new software. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, With visions of computer games filling their heads.
Dark Forces for Billy, Doom II is for Dan, Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann. The letters to Santa had been sent out by mom, To santa@toyshop.northpole.com -
Which now had been re-routed to Washington State Where Santa's workshop had been moved by Bill Gates. All the elves and the reindeer had had to skedaddle To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.
After living a life that was simple and spare, Santa now finds that he's a new billionaire, With a shiny red Porsche in place of his sleigh, And a house on Lake Washington just down the way From where Bill has his mansion, and the old fellow preens In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans. The elves have stock options and desks with a view, Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.
No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums Will be under the tree, only compact disk roms With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive, From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.
More rapid than eagles the competitors came, And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name. "Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too, Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you're all of you through,
It's Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist, It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist - Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf, And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.
Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's theme, And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream. To the top of the NASDAQ! To the top of the Dow! Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!"
And mum in her 'kerchief and me in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The whir and the hum of our satellite platter, As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky, The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy. As I sprang from my bed and was turning around, My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.
And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates. And I heard them exclaim in voices so bright, HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
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Post by [EoM]Console on Dec 6, 2007 6:50:23 GMT -5
The Fucking Night Before Christmas, Dammit ==========================================
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Everybody felt shitty -- even the mouse. Mom at the Whorehouse and Dad smoking grass; I'd just settled down for a nice piece of ass.
When out on the lawn I heard such a clatter I sprung from my piece to see what the matter Then out on the lawn I saw a big dick I knew in a moment: it must be Saint Nick.
He came down the chimney like a bat out of hell I knew in a moment the fat fucker fell. He filled all our stockings with pretzels and beer And a big rubber dick for my brother the queer.
He rose up the chimney with a thunderous fart The son of a bitch blew the chimeny apart, He swore and he cursed as he rode out of sight "Piss on you all and have a hell of a night!"
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 7, 2007 5:21:51 GMT -5
How to tell if your a Grinch 1. You reuse last year's Christmas cards and send them out under your own name.(5 points) 2. You steal light bulbs from you neighbor's outdoor display to replenish your own supply.(5 points, 10 if neighbor's whole light sets or lighted Santa goes out) 3. You have dressed a dog or cat as Santa Claus, elf helper, or reindeer.(10 points for each; if you dressed an endangered species, 5 extra points) 4. You put out last year's stale candy canes for children.(1 point for each piece of sticky candy). If you put out a chocolate or marzipan Santa also, add 10 points. 5. You enclose a shoddy and inferior gift from Target, Walmart, or K-Mart in a Bloomingdale's or other prestige box to impress your friends.(5 points for each infraction). 6. You make collect long distance phone calls to your family on Christmas day.(5 points, 10 if from a cell phone), claiming you are stuck in a phone booth. 7. At the office Christmas party, you horde huge stockpiles of goodies for later consumption at home.(5 points; 15 points if you use this stuff for your own party) 8. You steal the wreath from a parked car to use on your own [Southern California only, others ignore].(5 points -- nobody but Angelenos are dumb enough to dress a car) 9. After an invitation to a friend's house, you bring a commercially produced fruitcake and try to pass it off as home made.(5 points; 15 points if the fruitcake is from last year). 10. Any stealing from the Toys-for-Tots collection bins is a definite no-no.(20 points) Evaluate your score on the "Grinch Scale" from 20 to 100. 20-30: You are just a cheeseball. 30-50: You are an apprentice in Yuletide larceny and are probably wanted by the police for overdue parking tickets. 50-100: Grinch, move over. The Meyer Lansky of Christmas crime has arrived.
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 8, 2007 9:46:24 GMT -5
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 9, 2007 4:29:04 GMT -5
Nativity Scene?
In a small Southern town there was a "Nativity Scene" that showed great skill and talent had gone into creating it. One small feature bothered me. The three wise men were wearing firemen's helmets. Totally unable to come up with a reason or explanation, I left.
At a "Quick Stop" on the edge of town, I asked the lady behind the counter about the helmets. She exploded into a rage, yelling at me, "You Yankees never do read the Bible!" I assured her that I did, but simply couldn't recall anything about firemen in the Bible. She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled through some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a passage.
Sticking it in my face she said,"See, it says right here,'The three wise man came from afar.'"
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 10, 2007 6:01:02 GMT -5
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 12, 2007 11:44:59 GMT -5
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 13, 2007 4:58:45 GMT -5
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Post by [EoM]Pr0c3550r[Q2C] on Dec 14, 2007 3:53:56 GMT -5
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 15, 2007 5:31:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yuk YuK on Dec 18, 2007 3:45:49 GMT -5
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