Crabbage Snatch Open - Clabmas Calors 2006

Crabmas Carols from 2006

Bend over, Crotchet 17-Nov-2006

Greetings Snatchers:

How about an Xmas tune? An old favorite:

Jingle bells, Benner smells, Evan’s gone to bed
Walk outside ya gotta hide, from vomit overhead
Dave’s alive, takes a dive, in his pants he’s peein
How we cried when notified, that Dave was on our team

Go back in, Agg begins, Jack is passed around
Lame Cds, no one’s pleased, but Hackett’s getting down
Show begins, Peaches’ sin, Marshall picks his nose
Rookies scream, when they see, how far that enema goes

Benner videos, virgins are afraid, in the barn we go, then the pig gets laid
Chubby bunny plays, funny bulging cheeks
Don‘t know when the shirts will show, we ain’t getting them for weeks.

Oh Jingle Bells, Benner smells, God he smells real bad.
We could say “Fuck Evan” all day, butt he is fucking Brad
Mudshark drops, highway cops, Evan’s the deployer
Oh what fun it is to be a oakie butt chin lawyer
Oh what fun it is to be a oakie butt chin lawyer

You knew it was just a matter of time, Rhag.



Thanks for the first salvo, Sauce.

Sung to "Away in a Manger"

Away in a restroom, no room for a bed,
the little Fuckface Evan laid down his sweet head.
The gays in the next stall looked down where he blew,
The little Fuckface Evan a suckin' their spew.

His lips are a'blowing, their hips then will shake,
but little Fuckface Evan no spilling he makes.
I love thee, Fuckface Evan! Look up from your knees,
And stay on my jooger as long as I please.


Sing this, Monbeeches, to Jolly Old St Nicholas...and FUCK OFF!!

Jolly M Parshall DuBois,
Oh you are so gay!
Don't you tell a single soul
You swing the other way;
Little boys are coming soon;
Now, you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll do to them;
"I'll pound them in the can."

When you take boys barely twelve,
When they're fast asleep,
Down their hiney broad and brown,
On their back you'll creep;
All the joogers you will find
Hanging in a row;
Yours will be the shortest one,
That we're sure to know.

Tommy gets your hairy pud;
Sean he wants your wally;
Paul-lips wants just rectal tongue;
He thinks dongs are folly;
As for Rag, with little brain
Isn't very bright;
Says,"M Parshall DuBois,
Please hump my leg all night."


Laugh Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Laugh yourself at Gary's little penis,
Let you see his slight
From now on,
your laughter will be out of sight

Laugh yourself at Gary's little penis,
His manhood will hide away,
From now on,
our comparisons will be miles away.

He hasn't grown since the olden days,
happy golden days of four.
Faithful growths that are dear to us
seem to skip wee Gary once more!

Through the years we all will be together If our livers allow Hang your dick right next to Gary's slightest prow.
And laugh yourself at Gary's little penis now.


Sung to Lo How a Rose

Lo how a ram e'er bleating, Sark you silly ol' fuck.
Not since Abili-ine, mounted that ra-am buck.
And Bimbus green with e-envy.
For Sark forsakes his antlers,
Prefer-er-er-rring other queers.

In meadows pearls glist'ning, Mahhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, shahhhhhl wipes his chin.
And Snoidy drops his trousers, good lord think where that member's been.
And Bimbus green with e-envy.
As Sark mounts all the other gummers.
And 'tis finished in Evan at the end.

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