A VERY Topix Christmas

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!"

you suck paddy whack l hate you are a ra####

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!"

I had the same joy reading that as i did when i read your first one (the tickled nuts bit always got me lmao) But did you copy and paste it? Lol

Merry Christmas SP =)

aussie cena fan wrote:

<quoted text>you suck paddy whack l hate you are a ra####

Would you like to tickle my tropical nuts when each night I sleep in different grassy huts?

John Sucker wrote:

<quoted text>
Would you like to tickle my tropical nuts when each night I sleep in different grassy huts?

no way besides l live in a brick 3 bedroom house dummy

aussie cena fan wrote:

<quoted text>no way besides l live in a brick 3 bedroom house dummy

Jingle Balls!

merry xmas to my friends (:

Rex wrote:

<quoted text>Galek?

hope u had a good christmas and a good new year!!=]

Saintpat, that was hilarious!

twas the night before Christmas, and all through TNA,
suddenly they were thinking, then they started to say,
let's fire Jeff Hardy we don't like that guy, and Hulk Hogan said why, he's easy to buy,

So they fired Jeff Hardy, who's a big smarty, so he went to Vince, to suck his ****, then he went to CM Punk, who actually got drunk,

Next, Jeff went to John Cena, who was sucking his weiner, then, Jeff went to The Miz, who was taking a wiz,

So, he went back to TNA, but found out it was gay, then, he says hi to Kane, but accidently calls him waine, so Kane gets mad, but Jeff says shut up, then Kane is sad,

So he goes to Randy Orton, but calls him Sandy Dorkon, so Randy Orton gets mad, but Jeff says too bad, Randy Orton tries an RKO, but Jeff just says, oh,

So, some kids got John Cena shirts, other's got Shawn Michaels shirts, some got Undertaker shirts, but some just got pairs of underwear!

So, next time you decide to drink, maybe you should think, will this be me on chrismas?

So, merry christmas to topix and all a good night.

A holiday classic from a true Legend of Topix. Happy holidays all:

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!"

apparently I'm above being in poems.

^
You're not an Aussie, haha.

Happy Christmas my friend!

saintpat wrote:

^
You're not an Aussie, haha.
Happy Christmas my friend!

hey paddy whack no huts here if there was where did the your president stay while he here was here smart arse

saintpat wrote:

^
You're not an Aussie, haha.
Happy Christmas my friend!

g'day, mate /: