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jiggago
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merry christmas to god, but more importantly, to me
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hi
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXKOF6rntUg&t=18m56s
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hail santa
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https://youtu.be/e7kxxGODhVw?t=5m40s
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the 'Zzone
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Mustang alt.
The kalashnikovs were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Full Communism soon would be there.

The posters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of socialism danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my donated pants,
Had just settled our brains for a long drunken nap.

When out in the swamp there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the mismatched window I flew like a flash,
Fell down the hazardous stairs and was thrown out on my ass.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature tank, and eight tiny revolutionaries.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Comrade Stalin.
More rapid than the decay of capitalism his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Shitposts! now, Thinkpieces! now, Drinking and Weeping!
On, Seinfeld Gimmick! On, Organizing! on Fail Aids and Conspiracies!
To the top of the posts! to the bottom of the barrel!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry heaves that before the wild hangover fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the tank full of Theory, and Comrade Stalin too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The scraping and shuffling of each little boot.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the rickety ceiling Stalin came with a bound.

He was dressed all in uniform, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Theory he had flung on his back,
And I couldn't figure out anything for this line, cut me some slack.

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 the 'stache of his lip was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe 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 stubby and short, a right jolly old Georgian,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know Trots had something to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the A-Ks, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up it Sam's cocaine rose!

He sprang to his tank, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Full Communism to all! Glory to our great people, the people victorious! Eternal glory to the heroes who fell in the struggle against the enemy and gave their lives for the freedom and happiness of our people! And to all a good-night!"

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Kurdt
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Хорошо
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shriekingviolet posted:

Now Shitposts!



thx for the shoutout

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#13
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For yall

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Online
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Merry christmas, rhizzone.