'Twas the Night Before X-Day

From: "NeuroManson" <dogegoops@comcast.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Sat, Jul 4, 2009 4:12 AM

'Twas the Night Before X-Day
And all through the camp.
Many Yetis were stirring,
And many a tramp.

The totems were hung by the bonfire with care,
In hopes that the Xists soon would be there.
All the SubGenii were snug in their tents,
All dreaming of the coming Xist events.

With Reverend Stang,
And Princess Wei in their regales,
Were counting the money from this X-Day's sales.

When up in the sky there arose such a clatter,
Many SubGs woke to see if it mattered.

Away to the lake they flew like a flash,
To see if this X-Day was their final last bash.

The lights in the sky gave an unearthly glow,
Giving light to define all the mutants below.

When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
Many visions some would blame on nuclear beer.

With Xists and sex goddesses in tow,
It was either "Bob", or that Connie hoe.

Like War of the Worlds the saucers came,
Many known to us, but to humans, no name.

"Quit your job and slack off!", "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!"
"Fuck like it's your last day!", "Bend over for the poke!"
"From the lowest po'bucker to the greatest of pinks, now blast them all,
kill them all, erase all those dinks!"

As ashes blown from the average nuke,
They were all vaporized like a rapid fire puke.
When they found one that hid in a shelter,
They went all Manson on them, just like Helter Skelter.

So up to the stratosphere like Titan Vs they flew,
Even killing that pink who blamed all the Jews,

Then with a tinkling I heard by my self,
I came upon Dobbs, was relieving himself.

I drew on my pipe as I filled it with 'frop,
Because I had known him, I called not one cop.

And down from the saucer "Bob" came with a bound,
He silenced my voice so I'd say not a sound.

He pulled down my pants from my waist to my foot,
As his pipe burned my neck with it's smouldering soot.

He looked like a pedophile as he opened his pack,
Unleashed his tumescence, and mighty Dobbs sack.

His eyes how they glistened, his grin became merrier,
As they followed my back down to my derrier.

His grin, how it twinkled, how pipe how it glowed,
As he prepared in his way to have me cornholed.

As the gleet trickled from the tip of his mighty member,
I knew this was one X-Day I was sure to remember.

The stump of his pipe he held tight in his teeth,
Ensured that soon, his seed I would queef.

He had a square jaw and almighty grin,
Which if I survived, I'd likely see again.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
With every mighty thrust, he made me jerk.

And laying his great smeg upon my nose,
Back to the mighty Sex Goddess saucers he rose.

He waved to the Xists and gave them a holler,
Call me up in 10 years and I'll call you tomorrow!
Hope this makes up for my not making it this year folks.

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