A VERY Topix Christmas

Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the forum
Not a creature was spamming,(if they do, just ignore 'em).
Laptops were set up on tables with care,
In hopes that Saintpat soon would be there.

The Aussies were nestled all snug in their huts,
While visions of Cena tickled their nuts.

When into the forum there arose such a clatter,
they sprang to their PCs to see what was the matter.

Away to their screens they flew like a flash,
Began typing and typing so fast they might crash.

Came a heralded poster, his wit quick as a cat,
They knew in a moment it must be Saintpat.
More rapid than eagles his wisdom it came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called friends by name!

"Now Ian! now, Micky! now, Josh and Dala!
On, 10SD! On, Rex! on, on Mattitude and Prime Rib!
To the top of the forum! to the top thread of all!
To the lounge, to the lounge, the STP Lounge all!"

And then, in a twinkling, Aussies heard on grass roofs
They blundered downunder and all felt like goofs.
As they hid under thatch covers and cried like little girls,
Through the doorway Saintpat came with gifts of cheese curls.

He was dressed like Ric Flair, from his head to his toes,
All the Aussies in awe, howling like dingos.
A bundle of croc teeth hung round his neck,
And the Outbackers cringed, like island rednecks.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his smile it was merry!
His words were like daggers, their hopes he did bury!

Saintpat was handsome end smart, a right jolly old self,
In envy they saw him, in spite of themselves!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave them know they had little to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the forums, then ran off the jerks.
Not Digg nor Aussie Cena Mark nor Warren LA,
Could hang with Saintpat, even on his worst day!

Then he sprang to his keyboard, and gave it a whistle,
And away he did fly, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim,‘ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to Topix, and to all a good-night!"

Wow all ive got to say is: That was brilliant!

^
Season's greetings -- have a great Boxing Day.

saintpat wrote:

^
Season's greetings -- have a great Boxing Day.

Thanks. You to.

Sting Vs Hbk at wm26 who wins???

LOL I can't stop laughing at the cena thoughts tickling the aussie's nut's!!!!!

BTW Merry Xmas to all!

^
Back atcha, Dala

Sting vs undertaker awsome

Shut up, Nick. And you have been a bad boy this year...so no condoms for you young man!

lol

Way to go Pattycakes.

Why thank you Ian.

Happy holidays.

Hulk Hogan Rules!!!!!!!!!!

I will forward a formal complaint into our Prime Minister (Guss) he has his own swimming pool...

Rex wrote:

I will forward a formal complaint into our Prime Minister (Guss) he has his own swimming pool...

ruddy rudd he don't own it hes just renting it

I call him Guss, sounds more Aussie

Rex wrote:

I call him Guss, sounds more Aussie

lol rex
guss

saintpat wrote:

Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the forum
Not a creature was spamming,(if they do, just ignore 'em).
Laptops were set up on tables with care,
In hopes that Saintpat soon would be there.
The Aussies were nestled all snug in their huts,
While visions of Cena tickled their nuts.
When into the forum there arose such a clatter,
they sprang to their PCs to see what was the matter.
Away to their screens they flew like a flash,
Began typing and typing so fast they might crash.
Came a heralded poster, his wit quick as a cat,
They knew in a moment it must be Saintpat.
More rapid than eagles his wisdom it came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called friends by name!
"Now Ian! now, Micky! now, Josh and Dala!
On, 10SD! On, Rex! on, on Mattitude and Prime Rib!
To the top of the forum! to the top thread of all!
To the lounge, to the lounge, the STP Lounge all!"
And then, in a twinkling, Aussies heard on grass roofs
They blundered downunder and all felt like goofs.
As they hid under thatch covers and cried like little girls,
Through the doorway Saintpat came with gifts of cheese curls.
He was dressed like Ric Flair, from his head to his toes,
All the Aussies in awe, howling like dingos.
A bundle of croc teeth hung round his neck,
And the Outbackers cringed, like island rednecks.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his smile it was merry!
His words were like daggers, their hopes he did bury!
Saintpat was handsome end smart, a right jolly old self,
In envy they saw him, in spite of themselves!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave them know they had little to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the forums, then ran off the jerks.
Not Digg nor Aussie Cena Mark nor Warren LA,
Could hang with Saintpat, even on his worst day!
Then he sprang to his keyboard, and gave it a whistle,
And away he did fly, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim,‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to Topix, and to all a good-night!"

Very good =) Merry Christmas or as I like to say it as gaeilge, Nollaig shona duit. Also happy St. Stephens day.

realt wrote:

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Very good =) Merry Christmas or as I like to say it as gaeilge, Nollaig shona duit. Also happy St. Stephens day.

Galek?

dala wrote:

Shut up, Nick. And you have been a bad boy this year...so no condoms for you young man!

Katniss- he probably never even had sex yet.(hate virgines)

Ann(: i did! ok... thats enough... you didnt need to know that. bye.