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Christian Ruf
President/Noble Ruler
Alpha Gamma Rho
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"I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery" Thomas Jefferson


Quoting Alexander Perry Ogden English <[log in to unmask]>:

> Twas the night before Christmas, when all through AGR
> Not a brother was stirring, for they were all a the bar.
> The beer cans were hung on the tree with care,
> With hopes that this year's Santa, wouldn't be there.
>
> Higley was nestled all snug in his bed,
> While visions of blow jobs danced in his head.
> And Jim in his 'kerchief, and English in his cap,
> Had just blacked out their brains for a long winter's nap.
>
> When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
> Ruff fell from his loft to see what as the matter.
> Away to the window he flew fast as Duclos,
> Tore open the shutter and called for his bros.
>
> The moon on the breast of the unraked leaves
> Gave the lustre of day to Doug's face; displeased.
> When, what to Ruff's blurred eyes should appear,
> But Novo's wrecked car and eight dead reindeer.
>
> With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
> Ruff knew in a moment, it was that short little prick.
> More rapid then eagles Novo's vomit then came,
> And he whistled, and booted, and screamed out some names!
>
> "Now Dimi! now, Wallach! now, Peter and Grippen!
> On, Chad! On, Rowan! On, Justin and Watson!
> Hide these dead deer, for I killed them all!
> Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
>
> As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
> When they meet with an obstacle, and mount to the sky.
> So out to the dumpster the brothers then flew,
> To dispose of the deer, and Novo's car too.
>
> And then, in a twinkling, Ruff heard from above
> The prancing and pawing of Bean making love.
> As he Ruff drew in his head, and was turning around,
> Down the ramp stairs, Bailey fell with a bound.
>
> He was dress in fur from his head to his foot,
> His face was all tarnished with resin and soot.
> A sack full of booze he had flung on his back,
> He looked like a child with a bottle of Jack.
>
> His eyes-black and blue! his dimples how merry!
> His cheeks were all bloody; for his nose popped a cherry.
> With drool on his mouth, and shit in his pants,
> He mumbled, "tits!" and continued to prance.
>
> The stump of a bowl, he held tight in his teeth,
> And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
> He had a broad face and big beer belly,
> That shook when he puked, like bowlful of jelly!
>
> He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
> And Ruff laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself!
> A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
> Soon gave Ruff to know he had something to dread.
>
> Bailey spoke not a work, but went straight to his work,
> And drank every bottle, then turned with a jerk.
> And laying his finger aside of his nose
> He blew out some snot and then puked on his cloths.
>
> He fell to the floor, to his bothers gave a groan,
> Maietta declared it was time to go home.
> But Ruff heard Bailey mumble as he was dragged out of sight,
> "blah blah blab blah to all, blah blah blah blah, lets fight."
>
> Merry Christmas (tomorrow).  I love you all!
>
> Brother English