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DPR

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Nolder

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'Twas the night before MAFIA, when all through the FORUM
not a creature was stirring, not even that disgusting creature @CTM.
The Jet's hats  were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Bowles soon would be there.

 

The forumites were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of murder  danced in their heads.
And Mama @Dan. in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. (Not together though because that would be weird)

 

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like @Pac's mower,
tore open the shutter, and broke the tv controller.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a mini van and eight mafia players.

 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Bowles.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now @deckerfan! Now @JiF! Now @gEYno!
Now, @Jetsfan80 and @Jetscode1!
On, @AVM! On, @Smashmouth! and @OH NO.....ITS ZANDER!!!!!!!
On, @Verbal and @Spoot-Face!
To the end of the field!
To the top of the stadium!
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 JUMPED,
with the van full of pizza and beer, and St. Bowles too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Bowles came with a bound. 

 

He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with UTTER FAILURE.
A bundle of Jets sh*t 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 on 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 bowl full 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 mini van, 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 MAFIA to all, and to all a good FIGHT!"

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Jetsfan80

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8 minutes ago, Nolder said:

Thanks lol.

 

Btw who is this bowles guy? I looked up on wikipedia that he is the head coach of the jets.

Do people even like him? idk

 

The fact that you don't know who he is but still catered to us Jets fans with your Magnum Opus speaks volumes of your strong character.

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deckerfan

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1 hour ago, Jetsfan80 said:

That's a top 3 post in the history of the Mafia Forum, Nolder.  2nd maybe only to CTM's gif of Crusher dancing while JiF DJ's.  Well done sir, well done.  You are in the pantheon of the greats. 

where did this happen?

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Spoot-Face

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1 hour ago, Nolder said:

'Twas the night before MAFIA, when all through the FORUM
not a creature was stirring, not even that disgusting creature @CTM.
The Jet's hats  were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Bowles soon would be there.

 

The forumites were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of murder  danced in their heads.
And Mama @Dan. in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. (Not together though because that would be weird)

 

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like @Pac's mower,
tore open the shutter, and broke the tv controller.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a mini van and eight mafia players.

 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Bowles.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now @deckerfan! Now @JiF! Now @gEYno!
Now, @Jetsfan80 and @Jetscode1!
On, @AVM! On, @Smashmouth! and @OH NO.....ITS ZANDER!!!!!!!
On, @Verbal and @Spoot-Face!
To the end of the field!
To the top of the stadium!
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 JUMPED,
with the van full of pizza and beer, and St. Bowles too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Bowles came with a bound. 

 

He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with UTTER FAILURE.
A bundle of Jets sh*t 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 on 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 bowl full 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 mini van, 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 MAFIA to all, and to all a good FIGHT!"

tl;dr

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JustInFudge

JustInFudge

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1 minute ago, Nolder said:

Could this be considered sexual harassment?

I'm sure nowadays there is a way to spin this as reference to my penis...but this dude is straight and his girl friend is best friends with my girl friend.  So we should be good.  haha

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