Firemost Biscuits Thread III (Apple Butter Toast is nice)

Twas the night before Christmas, and all on PT
Not a poster was posting, not even bradkeet.
The selfings were silent and thread titles cleared,
Already so many had melt down this year.

The kidzzz were all nestled and snug in their beds,
While dreams of the firemost ran thorugh their heads.
Of Vassillios > Don or a sick Basis ending,
Had scrambled their brains with trancefusion transcending.

When out on the lot there arose such a chatter,
I sprang from the hotey to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
And dug through my pockets to pull out my stash.

The Very Moon rose above the city ledges sprinkled with snow
Reminiscent of recreational drugs used below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the band's own guistarist passed out with a beer.

With a college-aged chick laying still like a slab,
I knew in a moment it must be the Babs.
The jolly man snored half asleep with a sigh
As he drunkenly listed careers he could try!

"An accountant, a priest, a man much the wiser!
A psychic, an actor, a financial adviser!
To hell with the jambands and cheap ketamine!
I've worked hard as any guy has in this scene!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from behind
The inhaling and coughing of smoke of some kind.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the street Marnie came with a bound.

He was dressed in a hoody, quite urban and red,
And his signature flatbrim rest neatly atop his head.
A bundle of dr00gz he had flung back in his pack,,
And he looked like a wookie, just opening his sack.

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 right 'round the nostrils were the remnants of blow!

The stump of a blunt 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 bowlful of jelly!

He was rolling and stoned, but packing a bowl,
He said that he smoked to avoid a k-hole!
A wink of his eye and a puff of his blunt,
His eyes found the Barbs, asleep with the c***.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And lifted up Barber, then turned with a j***.
And hailing his finger on the side of the road,
And giving a nod, away in a cab he drove!

The cab sprang down the road, and out from sight soon,
And away they all flew like a nitrous balloon.
But I heard him exclaim, over the sound of a bus,
"It's been like this from day one, what's the point of hiatus?"





- Classic PT lulz

Listening to 10/27/2017

The Stranger Things jam in Save The Robots is pretty choice.

Yes sir I got the boot right as therapy started before they went back in the munchkin

Defintly is

Thank full for you tube


Missed out , while not missing out

Ohtel shitter for the win

Stall 1 was kept pretty good all weekend though, my rally for one clean stall seemed to take night 1


Lift the seat mother fuckers , lift the seat ....lift the seat

When your not feelin it, just eat more


Brownie'd

This song is awesome..

Don't care what the haters say.




This one is good too



And this one. Long live Planet Anthem!