Naah… as I post it’s actually a couple of nights… but nobody has a decent poem out that starts “It was a couple of nights before Christmas”, so I’m claiming poetic license.
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On the topic of poetic license, I figure mine’s gonna get revoked. Wrote yet another parody of the Christmas classic “Twas the Night Before Christmas”. That probably makes mine about the 12 millionth, so there’s bound to be a penalty. License revocation’s about the least they should do.
Having already defaced the poem once I won’t repost it… but you can see it in all its infamy over at the BOTW Blog.
Twas the Night Before Christmas (Webmaster Version)
Feel free to go throw rocks and stones. You won’t be the first.
Meanwhile: The BethO Hostage Crisis Continues
Beth (aka: TheBride™) is on about day 20 or so in a row at work.Economic downturn or not, the guys that buy saddles and horse stuff down at the saddle shop seem to able to buy… so things are pretty busy.
Unfortunate part, her boss is a little fella named Klint Owens, and he is in my opinion a jerk… a preening, posturing little bully that has an amazing shortage of men at his shop. Could be because it’s easier to pick on girls and smaller guys. A full sized cowboy might clean his clock.
[Edited this section on 3-27-2009 to add what I diplomatically avoided in December.]
[Hi Klint… hope you have a Google alert going, you pompous little windbag.]
Anyway, at this rate I’ll probably see her around March.
NOTE TO SELF:
Tell the dancing girls to quit coming to house at the end of February.
Hope everyone has a great Christmas. Best wishes on making 2009 a great year.
9 thoughts on “The Night Before Christmas”
Hope you have a Merry Christmas!
Merry festive blazing saddles! Happy New Tack!
Cut pollutants, save non-renewable resources and fertilise the soil – get on a horse.
Be lated Merry Christmas Rob..Enjoy Holidays!!!
Where did Rob go? C’mon Rob, it’s time to entertain us with a new post, Christmas is OVER!:)
Hey Rob, you can send those dancing girls up here to Kentucky to entertain me and the wifey. If they don’t mind crazy hillbillies we will treat ’em real nice.
Thanks Coco… I forgot to turn my calendar page. (oops)
Hey Seeker, long time no see. I’ll be glad to ship those dancing girls… just send me a permission slip from your wife and I’ll get right on that. :-p
Forging err I mean getting a permission slip from my wife will be easy. I forgot to tell ya that I like your writing style and you have a great blog here.
Gracias David. Added your Hillbilly Crackpot to my blogroll. I’m getting referrals from there though for the life of me I cant see where there’s a link.
[Who knew Kentucky rednecks could do invisible stuff… I gotta learn that trick.]
BTW, that’s one heckuva body of work in your Squidoo lense page. Nice bluegrass collection. :) My mom’s family originally came from Kentucky in early 1900s to follow the oilfields. Can’t swing a dead cat up there without hitting somebody I’m kin to. Gotta find out what part you’re in sometime, you’re probably a distant cousin.
I have enjoyed reading this blog over and over and over! Thanks Rob! The truth is just so refreshing!