Just like last year all Hambers are welcome to jump in and add to this story. Something witty would be nice. I'll start us off. It was the night before rod show- when all through the street. Not a jap ride was running- not even a peep. The rat rods and sled cars short ones and tall. Were smoking the threads off- white walls and all. It's off to the rod show- my tear drop in tow. I dash away haulin *** -The motor may blow. Down to the A.S.S. shop to get me some gears. A paint job-Some metalwork would give me great cheer. Some twice pipes - a six pac a tatoo - and a nice rac
a great big screeching i did hear,...... then all of a sudden from outta nowhere, a cotton top slamming right into the side ...............takein off my damn mirror,
now is where I needs me some PREMIER, whats premier you ask, just the best damn body and paint shop in the land, we aint gots no hats, we aint gots no big cheers, but we damned sure get sh*@t outta here..................
As I push in the clutch an slip the ****** in gear. There's screams of fear, sent out through the cold night air.
twas' the night before the Rod Show, and Santa slowed down in a 49 Mercury, to drive around town. Old St Nick cruised main street and let out a laugh, when he saw flatheads and nailheads runnin real fast.. Santa stopped at stoplight and pulled up along side, a 32 Coupe warming its hides.. The light then went green and he pushed to the floor, all 8 of his reindeer let out a good roar.. the coupe had sped up, but they backed down to the light, then Santa he punched it...." to all a good night"!
twas the night before christmas and all through the house not a poser was stirring not even a grouse, when what to my rat rodding eyes do appear but a rat rod with skullzz and a can of PBR beer.
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