Crap. sorry. that wasn't the end of the stanza.
so far it goes
Twas the night before skiing and all through the house
the Newschooler was awake, clicking his mouse
someone lowered his karma, but he "didn't really care"
because the mountain was calling and he'd soon be there
and here's the original poem for a guideline
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Funny guy: If I were ever a surgeon I would have to resist the ultimate temptation of squeezing peoples intestines like a tube of toothpaste"
Me: I'm never brushing my teeth again
"This chick asked me about stuff that you like, I Couldn't think of anything other than Butts, Boobs, and Skiing"