C
chance
Well-known member
Just wanted to take a moment to reflect on the friends I have aquired here at "HR" and my hope for a blessed holiday season and a prosporus new year.
Chance
Chance
pandamonk
Well-known member
Happy holidays to you too.
kojdogg
bollocks redux!
Thanks Chance and the same to you! Thanks for all your vision, efforts and hard work in putting together these wonderful group efforts to help everyone out.
zbert
In the swamps of Jersey
Also to you and your family Chance. These group buys have been a great effort on your part.
dgatwood
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Home Rec,
every creature was sleeping except for Marik.
The ribbons were tensioned by Q-tips(r) with care
with hopes that new ribbon motors soon would be there.
The Dragon was snuggled all snug in his Cave
dreaming visions of Chessrock still tied up and shaved.
And Betty with her Rumble, and Dragon with his cat
had just settled down from a long winter's spat
when out on the 'net, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang up from my iPhone to see what was the matter.
I flew to my X-Windows box with a flash,
and tore open Firefox (though I launched it with BASH).
The moon and the breasts in the Cave---what a show---
gave the lustre of Christmas to perverts below,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a brand new reply by Recording Engineer,
to a strange little message so short and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must've been xstatic.
More rapid than transit, the messages came,
and they whistled and shouted and called us by name;
"Now, PhilGood! Now, COOLCAT! Now, Slowjett and wesmac!
On, zorf! On, kojdogg! On, faderbug and Eyessack!
To the top of the forum! To the top of the list!
Now post away! Post away! Post away pissed!" (British meaning)
As wet leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, stick on your eye,
so up to the forum top, the postings they flew,
along with some spam for N-o-k-i-a, too. (spam filter)
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the Cave,
the screaming in terror of our own poor Dave.
As I drew up a smile and was looking around,
our own Harvey Gerst came in with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of microphones flung on his back,
the TSA stared as he opened his pack.
His eyes---how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like Rose's after Mike... you know the rest.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the mic in his hand was all covered in snow;
The cord of a mic he held tight in his teeth,
and the sparks, they encircled his head like a wreath;
That 48 volts made him twitch at the belly
that shook when he jittered like a bowlful of jelly.
He was jolly and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when he told me to go elf 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 recorded us all, then I turned with a jerk,
and laying my finger aside of my mouse,
and giving a nod, I ran out of my house;
I sprang to my car, to my iPhone, gave a tap,
and said I was tired of Big Kenny's crap.
But I heard them exclaim as the site crashed that night,
Merry Christmas to all, and a "screw you" to Light.
Just kidding! Merry Christmas, everyone!
every creature was sleeping except for Marik.
The ribbons were tensioned by Q-tips(r) with care
with hopes that new ribbon motors soon would be there.
The Dragon was snuggled all snug in his Cave
dreaming visions of Chessrock still tied up and shaved.
And Betty with her Rumble, and Dragon with his cat
had just settled down from a long winter's spat
when out on the 'net, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang up from my iPhone to see what was the matter.
I flew to my X-Windows box with a flash,
and tore open Firefox (though I launched it with BASH).
The moon and the breasts in the Cave---what a show---
gave the lustre of Christmas to perverts below,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a brand new reply by Recording Engineer,
to a strange little message so short and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must've been xstatic.
More rapid than transit, the messages came,
and they whistled and shouted and called us by name;
"Now, PhilGood! Now, COOLCAT! Now, Slowjett and wesmac!
On, zorf! On, kojdogg! On, faderbug and Eyessack!
To the top of the forum! To the top of the list!
Now post away! Post away! Post away pissed!" (British meaning)
As wet leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, stick on your eye,
so up to the forum top, the postings they flew,
along with some spam for N-o-k-i-a, too. (spam filter)
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the Cave,
the screaming in terror of our own poor Dave.
As I drew up a smile and was looking around,
our own Harvey Gerst came in with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of microphones flung on his back,
the TSA stared as he opened his pack.
His eyes---how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like Rose's after Mike... you know the rest.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the mic in his hand was all covered in snow;
The cord of a mic he held tight in his teeth,
and the sparks, they encircled his head like a wreath;
That 48 volts made him twitch at the belly
that shook when he jittered like a bowlful of jelly.
He was jolly and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when he told me to go elf 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 recorded us all, then I turned with a jerk,
and laying my finger aside of my mouse,
and giving a nod, I ran out of my house;
I sprang to my car, to my iPhone, gave a tap,
and said I was tired of Big Kenny's crap.
But I heard them exclaim as the site crashed that night,
Merry Christmas to all, and a "screw you" to Light.
Just kidding! Merry Christmas, everyone!
antichef
pornk rock
how do you follow that??? (oh yes, awkwardly, like I'm doing now) Merry Christmas, Happy New Year!
(oh yes, awkwardly, like I'm doing now) Merry Christmas, Happy New Year!
B
Big Kenny
New member
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Home Rec,
every creature was sleeping except for Marik.
The ribbons were tensioned by Q-tips(r) with care
with hopes that new ribbon motors soon would be there.
The Dragon was snuggled all snug in his Cave
dreaming visions of Chessrock still tied up and shaved.
And Betty with her Rumble, and Dragon with his cat
had just settled down from a long winter's spat
when out on the 'net, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang up from my iPhone to see what was the matter.
I flew to my X-Windows box with a flash,
and tore open Firefox (though I launched it with BASH).
The moon and the breasts in the Cave---what a show---
gave the lustre of Christmas to perverts below,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a brand new reply by Recording Engineer,
to a strange little message so short and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must've been xstatic.
More rapid than transit, the messages came,
and they whistled and shouted and called us by name;
"Now, PhilGood! Now, COOLCAT! Now, Slowjett and wesmac!
On, zorf! On, kojdogg! On, faderbug and Eyessack!
To the top of the forum! To the top of the list!
Now post away! Post away! Post away pissed!" (British meaning)
As wet leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, stick on your eye,
so up to the forum top, the postings they flew,
along with some spam for N-o-k-i-a, too. (spam filter)
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the Cave,
the screaming in terror of our own poor Dave.
As I drew up a smile and was looking around,
our own Harvey Gerst came in with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of microphones flung on his back,
the TSA stared as he opened his pack.
His eyes---how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like Rose's after Mike... you know the rest.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the mic in his hand was all covered in snow;
The cord of a mic he held tight in his teeth,
and the sparks, they encircled his head like a wreath;
That 48 volts made him twitch at the belly
that shook when he jittered like a bowlful of jelly.
He was jolly and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when he told me to go elf 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 recorded us all, then I turned with a jerk,
and laying my finger aside of my mouse,
and giving a nod, I ran out of my house;
I sprang to my car, to my iPhone, gave a tap,
and said I was tired of Big Kenny's crap.
But I heard them exclaim as the site crashed that night,
Merry Christmas to all, and a "screw you" to Light.
Just kidding! Merry Christmas, everyone!
WWWWWWWWWWWWwway too much free time!
LMAO!
Excellent jingle!
Merry Christmas and a most blessed New Year!
J
juan162
New member
Hi Chance,
I'm fairly new to this forum, and you don't know me, but I recently had an operation that kept me stuck in bed for 10 days straight. The group buy thread helped me get through quite a bit of that time. Thanks for all the good reading and I hopefully will be able to partake in your group buy goodness sometime in the future.
Merry Christmas,
Juan
I'm fairly new to this forum, and you don't know me, but I recently had an operation that kept me stuck in bed for 10 days straight. The group buy thread helped me get through quite a bit of that time. Thanks for all the good reading and I hopefully will be able to partake in your group buy goodness sometime in the future.
Merry Christmas,
Juan
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