Twas the week before christmas . . .
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, and Henry Livingston . . .
'Twas the week before Christmas as I scanned the Forum
Not a flame war was brewing, there was too much decorum;
The postings were kind, and the thread chat was fair,
It boggled my mind as I sat in my chair;
True, Phil was still bitching 'bout Full Tilt and Stars,
But only cuz Aces were cracked by . . . two cards;
And Kristy had stopped posting, she needed a nap,
After snuggling for hour's in the Swede Hero's lap,
When over in the Lounge arose so much chatter,
I hastily clicked to see what was the matter.
Apparently fedh8er was waxing poetic,
About how all of our photshop skills were pathetic.
Away to the Quick Reply I moved my mouse
In order to silence that impudent louse,
When, what to post roaming eyes should appear,
But Scoops with his ban-hammer, and Wes with a beer,
The Forums new owner, so spritely and slick,
If it were Christmas he might be St. Nick.
So rapid the changes he put into place,
Even Kristy was pleased with the changes and pace;
New members! new members! they were joining in droves!
Like Sharantyr, fedh8er, and even some trolls!
From the postings in "General"! to the member's arcade!
Success was at hand! Disaster was stayed!
Now Wetts and the Blondefish were posting in Strat,
Trying to prove Aces weren't really "all that",
The math that they used left all our heads spinning,
It couldn't be right, but who argues with winning?
And then, in a twinkling I noticed that moose
Had purchased MORE chips, that silly old goose.
As I shook my head, and was turning around,
There was the DrTyore, pants on the ground.
He was looking for Mario, and said he was drunk,
At this time of year, who would have thunk?
He pulled up his trousers and sat near the hearth,
A merry old elf, full of goodness and mirth.
He was soon fast asleep, so I paid him no mind,
I wondered if Hellmuth's Mole was on-line.
I knew that the Mole could grant me reprieve,
By finding this Mario, so that Mark would leave;
Alas, Mole was busy, playing poker at Bristol,
Taking pot after pot, stacking chips by the mittful;
He was heads-up with AJ, and doing quite well,
But AJ would rally, he had spotted a "tell".
So Mark and I ventured out into the snow,
In search of this Mario, where would he go?
A wink of Mark's eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
Graham pulled up in a shiny new Hummer,
Guess selling the Forum wasn't quite such a bummer,
And waving us over to the idling car,
And giving a puff on his Cuban cigar;
He motioned us forward, where Mario sat,
In a shiny new suit and a peaked chauffer's cap.
And we heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
'Twas the week before Christmas as I scanned the Forum
Not a flame war was brewing, there was too much decorum;
The postings were kind, and the thread chat was fair,
It boggled my mind as I sat in my chair;
True, Phil was still bitching 'bout Full Tilt and Stars,
But only cuz Aces were cracked by . . . two cards;
And Kristy had stopped posting, she needed a nap,
After snuggling for hour's in the Swede Hero's lap,
When over in the Lounge arose so much chatter,
I hastily clicked to see what was the matter.
Apparently fedh8er was waxing poetic,
About how all of our photshop skills were pathetic.
Away to the Quick Reply I moved my mouse
In order to silence that impudent louse,
When, what to post roaming eyes should appear,
But Scoops with his ban-hammer, and Wes with a beer,
The Forums new owner, so spritely and slick,
If it were Christmas he might be St. Nick.
So rapid the changes he put into place,
Even Kristy was pleased with the changes and pace;
New members! new members! they were joining in droves!
Like Sharantyr, fedh8er, and even some trolls!
From the postings in "General"! to the member's arcade!
Success was at hand! Disaster was stayed!
Now Wetts and the Blondefish were posting in Strat,
Trying to prove Aces weren't really "all that",
The math that they used left all our heads spinning,
It couldn't be right, but who argues with winning?
And then, in a twinkling I noticed that moose
Had purchased MORE chips, that silly old goose.
As I shook my head, and was turning around,
There was the DrTyore, pants on the ground.
He was looking for Mario, and said he was drunk,
At this time of year, who would have thunk?
He pulled up his trousers and sat near the hearth,
A merry old elf, full of goodness and mirth.
He was soon fast asleep, so I paid him no mind,
I wondered if Hellmuth's Mole was on-line.
I knew that the Mole could grant me reprieve,
By finding this Mario, so that Mark would leave;
Alas, Mole was busy, playing poker at Bristol,
Taking pot after pot, stacking chips by the mittful;
He was heads-up with AJ, and doing quite well,
But AJ would rally, he had spotted a "tell".
So Mark and I ventured out into the snow,
In search of this Mario, where would he go?
A wink of Mark's eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
Graham pulled up in a shiny new Hummer,
Guess selling the Forum wasn't quite such a bummer,
And waving us over to the idling car,
And giving a puff on his Cuban cigar;
He motioned us forward, where Mario sat,
In a shiny new suit and a peaked chauffer's cap.
And we heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Comments
lol, cold decked to start the day...
takes me not even 8 mins to get there. Ill arrive stylishly late.
hellmuths mole is comin to get me I think, if he awnsers his god damned phone....
If not, ill be out there... no worries, im going fellas.
you can add the level of stupid is to the max today somewhere in there:)
graham in a hummer,lololol, he was already rich
P.S. If you're with family today, I want some of Mommies cookies. No, not those cookies, the yummy kind . . . uh . . . that have to be baked in the oven. There, that oughta be harmless enough.
Other than that, awesome frakkin post
Considering he only posts twice a year and has still not done the cinnamon challenge after losing the bet, you sure know him well
Cinnamon challenge? Do tell . . .
no, seriously, out with it. I'm bored as hell right now.
amirite? What do I win?
Is that legit? Doesn't seem like it would be difficult . . . or is it one of those things like the cracker bet, or the gallon of milk?
Pretty much. Cinnamon is so drying that the body cannot create enough saliva quickly enough, causing the participant to do one of three things: cough a giant brown cloud of cinnamon, sneeze a giant brown cloud of cinnamon or throw up, which also produces a giant brown cloud of cinnamon but includes the fun of vomit.
Also, seeing as you're bored, this is where the whole him losing and having to do said challenge came from. http://www.pokerforum.ca/f8/west-coast-fish-versus-toronto-ass-19861/