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Oh, hello there. You're just in time to hear my rhyme. I must warn you though, this is
not your typical holiday show. So, put the kids down for the day, don't worry it's free,
there's don't need to pay, to hear my tale
"Twas the Night Before Tuesday".
'Twas the night before Tuesday, when all through his house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Frostfox was all warm and snug in his bed, with thoughts of Asian *** still
dancing in his head.
When outside there arose such a clatter, he sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the front window he flew like a flash, opened the window to see what crashed.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, but a black Mercedes Benz, with a driver filled
with beer.
With a drunk driver, so lively and quick, he knew in a moment it must be some drunken prick.
More rapid than mosquitoes his curses they came, and he screamed, and shouted,
and called him bad names; "You ^#^$! You dip$#&^! You *#^%off, and ^#%&sucker! You jack@#$! You %^$hole!
You dumb*%#@ and mother^#%#! To the top of his lungs! His voice bounced off the wall! Now stay right there!
Stay right there! For the police I shall call!”
Frostfox sprang towards the door, but the car began to soar, and away he drove off when
his pedal hit the floor. But Frostfox heard him exclaim, as he was quite the yeller,
"I learned how to drive from my teacher, Helen Keller!"
-The End