Technically it’s not a ‘song’...But give it a chance! Log in to see images!

OH AND I FORGOT to tell u it’s based on ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas…phew, thank god I cleared that up.Log in to see images!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land

Not a creature was stirring, not even Yuriko-Chan

The glbumes and .moar files were equipped with care

In hopes that they’d get something nice from Bruce Bear.

Team Shortbus was nestled all snug in their beds

While vibrating doldoes danced in their heads.

And Trout with his coffee, and I with my wine

Had taken a break from our TerraOnline

When from my computer arose such a terror

I open my console to see what was the error

And there in my window, “You must install flash!”

I thought I had done that! I checked in the cache

The glow of the screen on my Defaced Mona Lisa

Somehow made me wish I had never bought Vista.

When suddenly, outside there was quite a show:

A tricked-out neon, and Futunari-Moe!

Someone sat beside him, could it be St. Nick?

No, it’s just some guy, and he’s probably a male reproductive organ.

Just then, they opened the trunk and they said:

“Get out of here, all of you! Or you’ll end up dead!

Go Timmeh, go Bingebot, and Banhammer too!

Abdullah_Oblongata, Jalapeno, this means you!”

They’d kidnapped the mods and driven them down

To the outermost limits of their little town.

As dry as Fran’s crotch on a day-to-day basis,

They met with a problem: They didn’t have headsets.

The Neon sped off, leaving those mods behind

And the mysterious stranger, who smelled like turpentine

They climbed on the roof and they pulled out their laptops

In hopes their connection might run slightly faster.

“**** this!” said the stranger, and slid down the chimney.

“That guy’s off his nut!” exclaimed poor little Timmeh.

The stranger wore only a baby sealskin coat,

And then he bent over and showed us ‘The Goat’.

“THE GOGGLES DO NOTHING!” I cried out in pain,

As Trout tiptoed closer with obvious disdain.

The man’s balls shook like a bowl full of jelly,

And with a drunken slur he said “I’m JacksonKelly!

I Tubmailed you twice, and you never replied!

Because of your lame server errors, I died!”

Now Trout wasn’t normally one to fight back,

But then he asked Jackson: “Are you smoking crack?

It’s one in the morning, and it’s Christmas eve!

I’ll give back your visits, but you need to leave.”

Then Jackson thanked him, and went on his way

“I love you, Trout!” he cried out, “But not in a gay way!”

And once on the street, one last time he bent over:

“Merry Christmas to all, I’ll see you all at rollover!”