Buzz
5:19am, December 25, 2003
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[Delete] | This is a little number I banged out while drunk a few days before Christmas 03. It's Entitled "A Cross Franchise Cantina Christmas Song (Santa's Seige Cannon Sleigh)" Enjoy!
It was a cold-ass Christmas Eve. The Crew was back at 5th and waters, having a drink. The tree was in the back, mistletoe in the rafters. The booze was making problems disappear all that much faster. Ken and Cru were hanging lights while Ry and Scott were making the tree look just right. They were hanging….
Shotgun shells on the Christmas tree! In the purveyance of alcohol induced cheer, there were shotgun shells on the Christmas tree! Red Green and Brass reflected in the eyes of every pretty lass.
Tym and Mel and Del were sitting in the corner sipping hot cider and scotch. Pog Det and Kit were arguing with the bar droid about an excessive debt, distracting it so jace could rip out it’s circuts with a screwdriver bit. All the while, the light reflected off…
Shotgun shells on the Christmas tree! In the purveyance of alcohol induced cheer, there were shotgun shells on the Christmas tree! Red Green and Brass reflected in the eyes of every pretty lass.
Things were going pretty well, everyone was full of holiday cheer. But just as Mike took the bar, the Poker Club pulled up in Ash’s car. They Scrambled out of the DDC, tripping over each other as they flew through the front door, scattering tables and chairs. Before anyone could react, Buzz jumped up and said-
We were out in the desert, and guess who showed up? Santa, and boy are we fucked! He’s flying his siege cannon sleigh and he’s all liquored up! All the while, there were-
Shotgun shells on the Christmas tree! In the purveyance of alcohol induced cheer, there were shotgun shells on the Christmas tree! Red Green and Brass reflected in the eyes of every pretty lass.
Well, long story short-they went out and kicked old Saint Nick right in the dick. Eight reindeer became eight venison steaks, another potential disaster held at bay with a ten foot stick. Now that the gang is back at the bar getting drunk, we can safely say that all is well on Christmas Day. They skull fucked Santa with a steel toe boot and made off with all his loot.
Oh there were Shotgun shells on the Christmas tree! 12 gauge slug and .45 ACP! Anywhere else, this would be unheard of but that’s ok, since it’s a Cross Franchise Cantina Christmas! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good fight!
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