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posted every year.
T'was the night before Christ-Mark, and all through land, not a Mark VIII was cruising across this still land.
The website gang resting from shopping all week, pulled up to their keyboards to see what Craig speak.
He goes by the name, BlackIce dont you know, his Black colored mark VIII with mods, wont go slow.
He waxes and shines it all day and at night,
he runs down the highway, looking for a fair V8 fight.
But what is this here in the other lane he does see,
but a fat man in a sleigh is what it appears to be
Craig roars up beside him and taunts him a bit,
Rolls down his left window and screams "wanna race that Piece of Sh*t?"
So the fatman does downshift, and nods with delight
Craig clicks off the O/D and readies for fight.
Black Ice nails the throttle and spins just a tad
while the fat man is starting to really get mad
They both pull up even, and find their top gear
Black Ice is smiling senses victory is near.
The next thing you know the sleigh catches air
Black Ice knows that "lift-off" isnt at all that fair
So he stays in the throttle knowing that's his only chance
to pass this old fat guy, and do the victory dance
At 120 miles per hour the speed limiter kicks in
that chip he just purchased, he forgot to put in
The fat man yelled down to the black Mark VIII so slow
Merry Christmas to you Black Ice, thanks for the good race, and
HO HO HO!
-Me!
-Black Ice
SELL OUT and FORMER
President/Founder Club 16
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