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19-Dec-2011 9:08:44 AM
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In the spirit of Christmas, why not spend five minutes and come up with your own? Lambasting at least one Chockstoner is, of course, mandatory.
On the first day of Christmas, my Chockstone sent to me...
One Day Hero barking up the wrong tree.
(fast forward)
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Chockstone sent to me...
Twelve trips reported
Eleven mods modding
Ten grade gaffes
M9 in aiders
Eight engineers erring
Seven screaming shitfights
Six partners needed
Five gooooldden rinnng(bolts)
Four naughty words
Three highballs toproped
Two ropes stolen, and...
One Day Hero barking up the wrong tree.
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19-Dec-2011 10:37:59 AM
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lol
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19-Dec-2011 12:28:17 PM
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Quiet day at the office Davidn?
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19-Dec-2011 2:38:20 PM
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worst.......................topic.............................................................................ever.
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19-Dec-2011 3:45:02 PM
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It's not quite a song but i put up a poem a couple of years ago, not the best but seems suited to this threat..
http://www.chockstone.org/Forum/Forum.asp?Action=Display&ForumID=1&MessageID=80346&Replies=1
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the campsite,
climbers walk in, with the settling twilight;
As the jingling trad racks are hung with due care,
climbers and boulderers all let down their hair;
Now it's time to crack a bevy or two,
in some cases ten, tomorrow you'll know who;
As night settles in and meals are re-heating,
the campsite is chockers, at a premium is seating;
Tales of ascents and redpoints abound,
wow how some people do love the sound...
of their voice...
yes i know that didn't quite fit in,
but give me a break i'm new to rhymin;
In the distance a noise, it comes from the skys,
all those who look up have a glint their eye's;
A big metal carriage with blades underneith,
our collective breath catches, this is beyond belief;
There's a big bright red beacon leading thy way,
could it be what we're thinking, it looks like a sleigh;
The noise becomes louder and things become clear,
it's not what we thought as a buzzing comes near;
Overhead flies the chopper, it's here on a mission
to rescue some morons with too much ambition;
Looks like they thought they could nut one more out,
man where they wrong, go back to boy scouts;
Back to the campground a buzz with new talk,
and a prank here or there involving some chalk;
After a while the fires burn slow,
but the booze and narration continue to flow;
And here we come to the end of my jingle,
for tomorrow i get up to eat day old pringles;
A hearty breakfast, i guess not really,
but beer or pringles the decision is easy;
Tomorrow's a new day as we head off to bed,
remember this tale and remember what's said;
If you are thinking of ticking that finishing climb,
remember those morons and their embarrassing time!
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19-Dec-2011 5:06:14 PM
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On 19/12/2011 davidn wrote:
>In the spirit of Christmas, why not spend five minutes and come up with
>your own? Lambasting at least one Chockstoner is, of course, mandatory.
>
>On the first day of Christmas, my Chockstone sent to me...
>One Day Hero barking up the wrong tree.
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>(fast forward)
>
>On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Chockstone sent to me...
>Twelve trips reported
>Eleven mods modding
>Ten grade gaffes
>M9 in aiders
>Eight engineers erring
>Seven screaming shitfights
>Six partners needed
>Five gooooldden rinnng(bolts)
>Four naughty words
>Three highballs toproped
>Two ropes stolen, and...
>One Day Hero barking up the wrong tree.
Made me smile on a wet, grey day in the mountains.
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19-Dec-2011 5:13:30 PM
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On 19/12/2011 davidn wrote:
>For interest, I just reviewed all your posts, and... You win my 2011 award
>for being completely humourless! And on that note...
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>Oh you better not shout
>You better not cry
>You better not pout
>I'm tellin' you why
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>Nick is home and I think he's drunk.
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>He's walkin' real slow
>He slurs when he speaks
>I don't even think
>He's shaved in two weeks
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>...
Oh how DROLLLLL!
Such WIT! YOU WIN THE INTERNET!@!#!!!
ps. Stop stalking me you fuking creep.
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19-Dec-2011 5:52:36 PM
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On 19/12/2011 uwhp510 wrote:
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>Oh how DROLLLLL!
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>Such WIT! YOU WIN THE INTERNET!@!#!!!
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>ps. Stop stalking me you fuking creep.
Now now, you wouldn't want to let on that Davidn is getting to you.
You'll have him giggling all the way to his chook house!
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20-Dec-2011 12:42:07 PM
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KILLING IN THE NAME!!!!!!!
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