Twas the Night before Christmas, here on the HAMB, And all of the gearheads were tippin' a can. The hot rods were parked in the backyard with care, In hopes that Saint Nads O Claus soon would be there! The newbies were noogied and covered with sass, While visions of rusty coupes blew by real fast! With Von Tingler painting monsters and Draglinks all crude, We'd just settled down to do some bench racing, Dude! When out in the street there arose such a ruckus, That FatAssBuick said "Ohmygoshfuckus!!!" Then what to my glazed over eyes should be seen, Then the wise cracking Santa in a rusty machine! It was a crude little kustom all primered in red, The picture of a perfect old Stovebolt sled! He shouted and cussed and called us all names, As he whistled and bantered and jerked on the reins! "On Switchblade, on C9, on Kulturepimp and Injected-A, On SamIyam and Butt Reynolds and Dr J... To the top of the garage to the top of the wall, Now wrench away, hack away, weld away all!" Then down the chimney he came with a bang, Tossing out beers as he danced 'round and sang! He jabbered some words and went right to work, Funnin' the HAMBers and dissin' the lurks! Then laying a middle finger up near his nose... And giving a fart up the chimney he rose! But I heard him exclaim as he raced out of sight, "The first round was mine, now you buy tomorrow night!" Ha Ha...I know it sucks...but Merry Christmas to all of ya!!!
Funny stuff....I've never met you, but you always seem to be in good spirits, and having a ball! Merry Christmas!
The Jalopy Journal
