'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the threads,
Not a Kiwi was stirring, not even the speds;
Dynastia’s pink sock and our stockings were hanging in the Beauty Parlour with care,
In hopes that Saint Null would soon stuff them there;
The users were nestled all snug in their profile,
While visions of girldick were making them all smile;
And Feline Darkmage in her fursuit, and I, in my collar
Were mad on the internet and starting to holler,
When out of General Discussion there arose such a ruckus,
yawning sneasel appeared threatening threadbans, ready to cuck us.
It rumbled through Spergatory and roared from somewhere in chat,
Where we ran into Desire Lines, bearycool, and Big Bad Brat...
When, what to our wondering eyes appeared now,
But a beat up, old sleigh and eight funny lolcows,
With a strange laughing driver, it must be Joshua “Nool” Moon
And his posse of autists, halals, and troons,
Dripping with tard cum his lolcows they came,
And he insulted, and shouted, and a-logged them by name;
"Now, PIXY! now, BOOGIE! now, ADF, DSP!
On, GOONIE! on TOOTER! MOMO, CWC!
To the top of the forum! And pin it so it’s read,
In fact I think I’ll make it the new featured thread!”
So up to the thread-top the cows they all flew,
With the sleigh full of goodies, and St. Nool Moon too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each lolcows hoof.
We gathered in Animal Control and were settling down,
In past the furries came St. Nool with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his shoes,
And his clothes smelled of borscht and slight hints of booze,
A bundle of ratings,
and achievement in hand,
He inspected all the Kiwis for his most True & Honest Fan,
His eyes -- far apart! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks like a cherub, his nose like a cherry!
He was friendly enough, that jolly young elf,
Even when telling us “go kill yourself”,
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Soon let us to know we may have something to dread;
He spoke not a word, rating page after page
And edited some shitposts and became enraged,
“Stop breaking thread rules or I will delete them all,
Stop acting like faggots or you’ll all be Halal’d”
He sprang to his sleigh, and
waved his cows out
And away they all flew, and he gave us a shout.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS MY KIWIS!
SEND ME BUX FOR THE SERVER!
KEEP THE FARMS ALIVE, FAGGOTS!
DONATE OR IT’S ERVER!”
TL;DR Merry Christmas, Null, all the wonderful mods, and all the lovely Kiwis!
Not a Kiwi was stirring, not even the speds;
Dynastia’s pink sock and our stockings were hanging in the Beauty Parlour with care,
In hopes that Saint Null would soon stuff them there;
The users were nestled all snug in their profile,
While visions of girldick were making them all smile;
And Feline Darkmage in her fursuit, and I, in my collar
Were mad on the internet and starting to holler,
When out of General Discussion there arose such a ruckus,
yawning sneasel appeared threatening threadbans, ready to cuck us.
It rumbled through Spergatory and roared from somewhere in chat,
Where we ran into Desire Lines, bearycool, and Big Bad Brat...
When, what to our wondering eyes appeared now,
But a beat up, old sleigh and eight funny lolcows,
With a strange laughing driver, it must be Joshua “Nool” Moon
And his posse of autists, halals, and troons,
Dripping with tard cum his lolcows they came,
And he insulted, and shouted, and a-logged them by name;
"Now, PIXY! now, BOOGIE! now, ADF, DSP!
On, GOONIE! on TOOTER! MOMO, CWC!
To the top of the forum! And pin it so it’s read,
In fact I think I’ll make it the new featured thread!”
So up to the thread-top the cows they all flew,
With the sleigh full of goodies, and St. Nool Moon too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each lolcows hoof.
We gathered in Animal Control and were settling down,
In past the furries came St. Nool with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his shoes,
And his clothes smelled of borscht and slight hints of booze,
A bundle of ratings,
and achievement in hand,
He inspected all the Kiwis for his most True & Honest Fan,
His eyes -- far apart! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks like a cherub, his nose like a cherry!
He was friendly enough, that jolly young elf,
Even when telling us “go kill yourself”,
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Soon let us to know we may have something to dread;
He spoke not a word, rating page after page
And edited some shitposts and became enraged,
“Stop breaking thread rules or I will delete them all,
Stop acting like faggots or you’ll all be Halal’d”
He sprang to his sleigh, and
waved his cows out
And away they all flew, and he gave us a shout.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS MY KIWIS!
SEND ME BUX FOR THE SERVER!
KEEP THE FARMS ALIVE, FAGGOTS!
DONATE OR IT’S ERVER!”
TL;DR Merry Christmas, Null, all the wonderful mods, and all the lovely Kiwis!
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