after Kracken slammed me for pointing out -- during what should be a joyous Holiday Season -- that tyga should be in jail in light of the undisputed evidence that he statutorily raped young whore kylie jenner, I thought, you know, this kracken fellow seems pretty even keel and on point, so I'd better heed his advice and stick with Spirit of the Season.....
so, without further ado, I offer to the SBR family this sure to become a classic xmas time poem, to be read by parents and grandparents to their children/grandchildren for centuries to come when the Holidays come to callin':
(ps, as i only had a few minutes to pen part one of this yuletide masterpiece, more will follow as the twelve or so days of xmas unfold. Enjoy!!!)
"Kardashiho's Night Before Xmas"
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Only bbc loving kardashians were starting to grouse,
Complaining that Bruce stole their stockings that they’d hung with care,
and that Santa was white and without short black, curly pubic hair.
All their half-breed children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Kim's huge ass filled their demented heads
And mamma Kris with her young thug, and he in his ball cap,
He’d just forced her to go down, and she’d hurled in his lap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Koonye sprang from Kim’s bed to see what was the matter,
Away to the window Koonye flew like a flash,
To see a ton of pissed customers, who’d been ripped off by Dash..
The jizz on their fake breasts wasn’t white like new-fallen snow,
but rather was disgusting, and more dinjy yellow;
When, what to Koonye’s wandering eyes should appear,
a carload of trannies and bruicyboi the queer.
With a gangly old driver, so lively and quick,
Koonye knew it was coked-up bruce, lookin’ for more dick,
More rapid than eagles his golddigging shemales they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
to be contd.
so, without further ado, I offer to the SBR family this sure to become a classic xmas time poem, to be read by parents and grandparents to their children/grandchildren for centuries to come when the Holidays come to callin':
(ps, as i only had a few minutes to pen part one of this yuletide masterpiece, more will follow as the twelve or so days of xmas unfold. Enjoy!!!)
"Kardashiho's Night Before Xmas"
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Only bbc loving kardashians were starting to grouse,
Complaining that Bruce stole their stockings that they’d hung with care,
and that Santa was white and without short black, curly pubic hair.
All their half-breed children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Kim's huge ass filled their demented heads
And mamma Kris with her young thug, and he in his ball cap,
He’d just forced her to go down, and she’d hurled in his lap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Koonye sprang from Kim’s bed to see what was the matter,
Away to the window Koonye flew like a flash,
To see a ton of pissed customers, who’d been ripped off by Dash..
The jizz on their fake breasts wasn’t white like new-fallen snow,
but rather was disgusting, and more dinjy yellow;
When, what to Koonye’s wandering eyes should appear,
a carload of trannies and bruicyboi the queer.
With a gangly old driver, so lively and quick,
Koonye knew it was coked-up bruce, lookin’ for more dick,
More rapid than eagles his golddigging shemales they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
to be contd.
