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sami0201 said:
RTSS on the radio? :ohmy: :drool: :drool:


yes:yes::drool: this raido station is the best ever! it rocks my world:rockon: they play the less popular...adultish rock...the played Rd Hill Mining Town and stuff like that earlier:drool:
 
sami0201 said:


I know!! :cute:

he must have hit puberty late in life :lmao: :lmao: just kidding...we all know he was smokin' :combust: when he was younger

:combust:

I cannot stop thinkingn about R&H...I have found a new found love for long haired Bono:love: Mr. Dis and I were watching it this morning and every time Bono started flippin his hair Mr Dis would look at me...I would look at him with a goofy look and he said "not a word":angry:

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I'm sure all that singing and smoking does alot to Bono's voice:combust:
 
mine were frozen:angry:


I like shaved mohawk Bono:combust::drool: he's soooo bad:evil::drool:





hey:happy: did you see my christmas craft thread? Check it out..theres a Menorah sp? you can make.....:lmao:
 
BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!:heart:

Noooo stay...christmas is over rated anyway:happy:

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Happy Holidays Bri:hug::heart:
 
I have to go out for a bit girls:wave: I should be back later.....mr. dis is still working on my present so I am banned from the down stairs:angry:

:heart: to all
 
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Edge hung the stockings by the chimney with scientific care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The plebans were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of 4 irish lads danced in their heads.
And Bono in his 'glasses, and I in his lap,
had just snuggled close for a long winter's nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As we drew in my heads and were turning around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came 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 toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of 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 filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But we heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

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


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