Mustang Club of Maryland

I found this and laughed... it's cute so I thought I would share.

Twas the night before Christmas and out on the street,
nothing was moving, not even a Jeep.
All was still with nothing in sight,
then what to my wandering eyes did I see,
but a Mustang SVT alone at a light.
The moonlight glistened off my wing, oh so gay.
My import was ready to show’em the way.
I had some NOS on my tiny motor,
I would beat that Stang with its Eaton supercharger.
I pulled alongside and revved up with a fart,
pointed to the wing on my gay shopping cart.
The light turned green, I was off like a jolt,
while the SVT filled the night sky with smoke.
I called to my Evo four pistons,
on basher, on crasher, on smasher, and the one knocking,
onward faster let’s finish the slaughtering.
The engine did rev, I was ready for action,
but just at that moment the Mustang caught traction.
With a grin on his face, and a gleam in his eye,
like a shot from a cannon, that SVT went by.
He blew by so fast, he spun me round twice.
I knew at that moment, I was freshly fried rice.
He held up one finger as he drove into the night,
all I saw was dimming taillights.
But I heard him exclaim as he roared outta sight,
“You stupid ricer, you can’t beat Blue Oval dynamite.”

Robbie Rhule
February 2005 Muscle Mustangs and Fast Fords

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hahaha that is hilarious!

The REAL Night Before Christmas
(By Parents)

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, I searched for the tools to hand to my spouse.

Instructions were studied and we were inspired, in hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required."

The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds, while Dad and I faced the evening with dread: a kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's townhouse to boot! And now, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!

We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat - let no parts be missing or parts incomplete!

Too late for last-minute returns or replacement; if we can't get it right, it goes straight to the basement! When what to my worrying eyes should appear but 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,

With every part numbered and every slot named, so if we failed, only we could be blamed. More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out, all over the carpet they were scattered about.

"Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there! Slide on the seats, and staple the stair! Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand." "Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."

And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact that all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact to keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night with "assembly required" till morning's first light.

We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work, till our eyes, they went blurry; our fingers all hurt. The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thin, before we attached the last rod and last pin.

Then laying the tools away in the chest, we fell into bed for a well-deserved rest. But I said to my husband just before I passed out, "This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.

Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring, and not run to the store for one single thing! We did it! We did it! The toys are all set for the perfect, most magical, Christmas, I bet!"

Then off to dreamland and sweet repose I gratefully went, though I suppose there's something to say for those self-deluded- I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included!

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