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[Wolfie0ne]

I see my bait caught the biggest spammer of all...da Dacster.

[Wolfie0ne]

Diamonds ain't nuffins but compressed coal, so ppppffffftttttttt. Still, you musta been a GOOD girl.

[PumpkinPatchKid]

(((( Minty ))))

When you want to put a pic in you need a pic first Then you want to type img inbetween these[ ] then your url the this / and img between these [ ] LOL or you can look at the top of te postig page and see where it says img click it and add your url
And walla you will get this

Well of course the pic you want tho

[Wolfie0ne]

Me tracks in leavin snowy pawprints and deposits some more homemade fudge for da roomies. I promise I washed my paws before I made it. Me leaves a stocking fulla coal dust for da (((((Dacster)))))).

[Wolfie0ne]

((((((((Mints)))))))))
((((Dac))))))...PpPpPpPpPpPp back at ya.

[susieBsnowflake]

{{{daccie}}} I am doin just fine thanks hun, and I miss you too!

[PumpkinPatchKid]

((((((( Wolfie ))))))))) you`re a nut!!!

((((( Susie )))))) muahh... I will be in chat in awhile.. Need to go wrestle with bill companys... Sheeesh they want to shut my lights off for non payment.. Ha I have proof I paid

(((( Everyone ))))

((((( seo ))))) smile Hope you are feeling better kiddo!

[PeepingElf]

Just peeping.. I mean just stopping in to say "hi"!!

[Wolfie0ne]

Elf peeped????? EEEEEeeeKKKKKKKkkkkkkk!!!!!!! OK, all lap dancers back to your corners, hehe.

[PumpkinPatchKid]

A Redneck Christmas
A Redneck Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the trailer
Not a creature was stirrin'
'Cept a redneck named Taylor.
His first name was Bubba,
Joe was his middle,
And a-runnin' down his chin
Was a trickle of spittle.
His socks, they were hung
by the chimney with care,
And therefore there was
a foul stench in the air.
From out in the yard
There came such a noise
That Bubba got scared
And rousted the boys.
There was Rufus, 12;
Jim Bob was 11;
Dud goin' on 10;
Otis was 7.
John, George and Chucky
Were 5,4, and 3:
The twins were both girls
So they let them be.
They jumped in their overalls,
No need for a shirt,
Threw a hat on each head,
Then turned with a jerk.
They ran to the gun rack
That hung on the wall.
There were 17 shotguns;
They grabbed them all.
Bubba said to the young'uns,
"Now hesh up ya'll!
The last thing we wanna do
Is wake up yer Maw."
Maw was expecting
And needed her sleep,
So out they crept out the door
Without making a peep.
They all looked around,
and then they all spit.
The young'uns asked Bubba,
"Paw, what is it?"
Bubba just stared;
He could not say a word.
This was just like all of
The stories he'd heard.
It was Santy Claus on the roof,
Darn tootin'
But the boys didn't know;
They was about to start shootin'!
They aimed their shotguns
and nearly made a mistake
That would have resulted
in venison steak.
Bubba hollered out,
"Don't shoot, boys!"
That's Santy Claus
And he's brought us some toys.
The dogs were a-barkin'
And a-raisin' cain,
And Bubba whistled, and shouted,
And called them by name.
"Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet!
Quiet, Pete and Roscoe!
Git, Turnip and Tater
and Sam and old Joe!"
"Git down from that porch!
Git down off that wall!
Quit shakin the trailer,
Or you'll make Santy fall!"
The dogs kept a-barkin'
And wouldn't shut up,
And they trampled poor Pete
Who was only a pup.
Santy opened his bag,
And threw out some toys.
Bubba got most,
But left a few for the boys.
From up on the roof
Santa heaved a great sigh.
Since the guns had been dropped
He just might not die.
He jumped in his sleigh,
Told his reindeer to hurry.
The trailer started to wobble
Santa started to worry.
Just as the reindeer
Got into the air,
The trailer collapsed,
But Bubba didn't care.
He was busy lookin'
At all his new toys.
Then a thought hit him,
And he said to the boys:
"Go check on yer Maw,
Make sure she's all right.
That roof fallin' on her
Could-a hurt just a might."
But Maw was OK,
And the girls were too.
They fixed up the trailer;
It looked good as new.
And as for Bubba,
He liked Old St. Nick,
But Santa thought Bubba
Was a pure-in-tee hick!

Bubba had a nice Christmas,
And the boys did, too.
And the Taylors wish
A Merry Christmas to you!

YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHAW!!!

[Wolfie0ne]

ROFL, Dacccccccccccccc.

[PeepingElf]

HAHAHAHAHAA I'll have to start keeping an eye on the rednecks this week

[Wolfie0ne]

Gets the Peeper a straw hat, some coveralls, and a straw to chew on as she spies peeps on the hillbillies. Make sure ya go by the name Ellie Mae and say 'yeehaw' alot.

[susieBsnowflake]

5:45pm ET, anyone around to chat?

[PumpkinPatchKid]

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shack, Not a thing was a movin', from the front to the back,

The kids were in bed, I believe we had nine, The wife in her curlers, was lookin' real fine.

A cold wind was blowin', up the holler it moaned,
All seven dogs on the porch howled and groaned.

The boys were all dreamin' of weapons and guns,
For killin' God's creatures, there's no better fun.

The girls in their feminine dreams were attuned,
To getting those gallons of Walmart perfume.

The wife wanted jewelry, like rings with big rocks,
I wanted my Chevy, down off the blocks.

Then in the yard, such a noise did commence,
Like something was caught, in the barb-wire fence.

I ran to the window, and saw pretty quick,
The man makin' the racket, was Good Ol' St. Nick.

You may think of Santa, in your own mind's eye,
Dressed in a red and white suit, But I've got a surprise.

That old boy's an Arkie, our fair state he won't fail'er,
He married his cousin, and they live in a trailer.

On Christmas, of course, a sleigh for his rig,
He hooks the thing up, to a razorback pig.

He climbed on the roof, with his bag full of goodies,
He backed down the fireplace, all dirty and sooty.

Fat legs in his britches, chubby hands in his mittens,
I admit from the back, he looked like Bill Clinton.

He turned toward the tree, His eyes all aglow,
He was a Southern boy, from his head to his toe.

His neck was a red one, his shirt said "Light Beer",
There was no red hat, his cap read,"John Deere".

He left all the presents, with an air of delight,
Then it was back to the chimney, and into the night

He ran into the yard, and threw his bag in the sleigh,
Then he yelled at the dogs, to get out of the way.

And I heard him exclaim, as those pigs took to flight,
Merry Christmas to all, And to all ...A "bud lite"