Rat Pad

[Brew Engineer]

Happy Rat Pad-mas to all, and to all a dead stripper!!!

[Dirk McLargeHuge]

Happy Rat Pad-mas to all, and to all a dead stripper!!!

And Rat Pad bless us, every one!

[BadRock]

RAT PAD!

[TheDarkSide]

Merry Christmas Rat Pad!!

[Mylo]

It's beginning to look a lot like a Rat Pad. Dead hookers everywhere you go.

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Mylo

[rhino777]

RAT PAD!

[TapItGood]

'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hooker’s soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Ninkasi danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw down my stash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Brew Sculptures seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

[Brew Engineer]

'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hooker’s soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculpture’s danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

BRILLIANT!!!!!!!



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