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Mustangs Coast to Coast
12/24/11, 08:06 AM
Swamp Donkey Man Cans
Join Date: August 20, 2007
Location: Massachusetts
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(With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863))
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the thread,
Not a TMS’er was posting, as all were in bed.
The Mustangs were parked for the night with care,
In hopes that new engine mods soon would be there.
The owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of crushing chevys danced in their heads.
And Gary and Lee and Jimbo and Willie,
Had just shared some egg nog and drank themselves silly.
When out in the drive their arose such a racket,
Boss drivers leapt from their beds, to see if it was their owner’s packets.
But it was just Joe in his UPS truck,
Laughing and saying “HA! Fooled you stupid *****!”
The evident traction on the perfectly straight road,
Made all drivers wish that their engines were “blowed”.
Then what to the wandering posters should appear,
But all of the moderators, and it struck a great fear.
Armed with language filters, so lively and quick,
They shouted “you fail, we know all of your tricks!”
More rapid than the Ford GT their pm warnings they came,
And they revved and they braked, and called the posters by name.
AlsCobra, Shelby08, lalayla, and texastbone,
08GTCandyApple, HOSS429, BlueNotch, and RatherB.Blown.
thatgirlkristina, 05StefferStang, 07S197, and cdynaco,
StangMahn, codeman94, BoogieNights, and mustangGT90210.
Threatening a ban on them all, even denlem,
Only 2k7gtcs is safe, as he is now “one of them”.
As z06’s before the GT500’s they flee,
And camaros at sighting Mustang GT’s, down their pants legs they pee.
The posters they sat and they sucked on their thumbs,
Wondering which thread locks, soon were to come.
And then in an instant, they heard a keen whine,
The sound of a Mustang, sent shivers up their spines.
Leaping to the windows and turning around,
They spied an 08 green pony, tires pawing the ground.
It screeched to a stop and the driver leapt out,
Checking for admins, he looked all about.
A bundle of parts he had flung over his back,
And he looked like a mechanic as he pulled out a jack.
He had x-pipes and h-pipes and cold air intakes,
Long tubes and axle-backs that would make the earth shake.
Pirellis and Dunlops and rotors and pads,
And even a Whipple, that will make chevy boys sad.
For the Boss boys some roll bars and a key that is red,
Plus a five point harness and a helmet for the head.
For show - louvers and stripes and nice metal flake,
And shiny chrome wheels for appearances sake.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Shooting down liberals and all those posting like jerks.
And tilting his head slightly off kilter,
He gave posters a day, free from all filters.
Then he jumped in his Bullitt, put his foot to the floor,
The engine ignited, and gave out a great roar.
And they heard him exclaim, as his Mustang hauled-a**,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all ethanol-free gas!!”
(If this poem has entertained, it was purely by accident,
If it has insulted anyone, it was probably intentional.)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the thread,
Not a TMS’er was posting, as all were in bed.
The Mustangs were parked for the night with care,
In hopes that new engine mods soon would be there.
The owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of crushing chevys danced in their heads.
And Gary and Lee and Jimbo and Willie,
Had just shared some egg nog and drank themselves silly.
When out in the drive their arose such a racket,
Boss drivers leapt from their beds, to see if it was their owner’s packets.
But it was just Joe in his UPS truck,
Laughing and saying “HA! Fooled you stupid *****!”
The evident traction on the perfectly straight road,
Made all drivers wish that their engines were “blowed”.
Then what to the wandering posters should appear,
But all of the moderators, and it struck a great fear.
Armed with language filters, so lively and quick,
They shouted “you fail, we know all of your tricks!”
More rapid than the Ford GT their pm warnings they came,
And they revved and they braked, and called the posters by name.
AlsCobra, Shelby08, lalayla, and texastbone,
08GTCandyApple, HOSS429, BlueNotch, and RatherB.Blown.
thatgirlkristina, 05StefferStang, 07S197, and cdynaco,
StangMahn, codeman94, BoogieNights, and mustangGT90210.
Threatening a ban on them all, even denlem,
Only 2k7gtcs is safe, as he is now “one of them”.
As z06’s before the GT500’s they flee,
And camaros at sighting Mustang GT’s, down their pants legs they pee.
The posters they sat and they sucked on their thumbs,
Wondering which thread locks, soon were to come.
And then in an instant, they heard a keen whine,
The sound of a Mustang, sent shivers up their spines.
Leaping to the windows and turning around,
They spied an 08 green pony, tires pawing the ground.
It screeched to a stop and the driver leapt out,
Checking for admins, he looked all about.
A bundle of parts he had flung over his back,
And he looked like a mechanic as he pulled out a jack.
He had x-pipes and h-pipes and cold air intakes,
Long tubes and axle-backs that would make the earth shake.
Pirellis and Dunlops and rotors and pads,
And even a Whipple, that will make chevy boys sad.
For the Boss boys some roll bars and a key that is red,
Plus a five point harness and a helmet for the head.
For show - louvers and stripes and nice metal flake,
And shiny chrome wheels for appearances sake.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Shooting down liberals and all those posting like jerks.
And tilting his head slightly off kilter,
He gave posters a day, free from all filters.
Then he jumped in his Bullitt, put his foot to the floor,
The engine ignited, and gave out a great roar.
And they heard him exclaim, as his Mustang hauled-a**,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all ethanol-free gas!!”
(If this poem has entertained, it was purely by accident,
If it has insulted anyone, it was probably intentional.)
12/24/11, 08:48 AM
BoogieNights Studios:
Official Fluffer
Official Fluffer
Join Date: September 13, 2009
Location: Clarksville, TN
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Even I knew who he was talking about. 
12/24/11, 11:26 AM
Originally Posted by AlsCobra
Once again Patrick, you have impressed me. You are definitely too cool to own a Boss. 2013 Shelby would be all you man. 
Thanks for the compliments, just misguided talent
12/24/11, 11:48 AM
The Legacy TMS Lady
Hey guys, checkin' in for christmas! I'm safely up here in Dearborn again, typing my reply from the comfort of my aunt's house, about 3 miles from the Ford Test Track and I believe the Wind Tunnel building. We went on the Rouge Plant tour last year, me and my dad, and that was sick! I had no idea Raptors ran down the same assembly line as the Harley's, FX4's and other normal F150s.
Had my 21st bday partially ruined too, it was my buddy's brothers 21st on the 20th, and the bartender actually served me a Jagerbomb
Been doing all my running around today finding gifts, still have my mom and sister buy for tomorrow... But with any luck my dad and I shouldn't have any problems!
Had my 21st bday partially ruined too, it was my buddy's brothers 21st on the 20th, and the bartender actually served me a Jagerbomb
Been doing all my running around today finding gifts, still have my mom and sister buy for tomorrow... But with any luck my dad and I shouldn't have any problems!
(With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863))
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the thread,
Not a TMS’er was posting, as all were in bed.
The Mustangs were parked for the night with care,
In hopes that new engine mods soon would be there.
The owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of crushing chevys danced in their heads.
And Gary and Lee and Jimbo and Willie,
Had just shared some egg nog and drank themselves silly.
When out in the drive their arose such a racket,
Boss drivers leapt from their beds, to see if it was their owner’s packets.
But it was just Joe in his UPS truck,
Laughing and saying “HA! Fooled you stupid *****!”
The evident traction on the perfectly straight road,
Made all drivers wish that their engines were “blowed”.
Then what to the wandering posters should appear,
But all of the moderators, and it struck a great fear.
Armed with language filters, so lively and quick,
They shouted “you fail, we know all of your tricks!”
More rapid than the Ford GT their pm warnings they came,
And they revved and they braked, and called the posters by name.
AlsCobra, Shelby08, lalayla, and texastbone,
08GTCandyApple, HOSS429, BlueNotch, and RatherB.Blown.
thatgirlkristina, 05StefferStang, 07S197, and cdynaco,
StangMahn, codeman94, BoogieNights, and mustangGT90210.
Threatening a ban on them all, even denlem,
Only 2k7gtcs is safe, as he is now “one of them”.
As z06’s before the GT500’s they flee,
And camaros at sighting Mustang GT’s, down their pants legs they pee.
The posters they sat and they sucked on their thumbs,
Wondering which thread locks, soon were to come.
And then in an instant, they heard a keen whine,
The sound of a Mustang, sent shivers up their spines.
Leaping to the windows and turning around,
They spied an 08 green pony, tires pawing the ground.
It screeched to a stop and the driver leapt out,
Checking for admins, he looked all about.
A bundle of parts he had flung over his back,
And he looked like a mechanic as he pulled out a jack.
He had x-pipes and h-pipes and cold air intakes,
Long tubes and axle-backs that would make the earth shake.
Pirellis and Dunlops and rotors and pads,
And even a Whipple, that will make chevy boys sad.
For the Boss boys some roll bars and a key that is red,
Plus a five point harness and a helmet for the head.
For show - louvers and stripes and nice metal flake,
And shiny chrome wheels for appearances sake.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Shooting down liberals and all those posting like jerks.
And tilting his head slightly off kilter,
He gave posters a day, free from all filters.
Then he jumped in his Bullitt, put his foot to the floor,
The engine ignited, and gave out a great roar.
And they heard him exclaim, as his Mustang hauled-a**,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all ethanol-free gas!!”
(If this poem has entertained, it was purely by accident,
If it has insulted anyone, it was probably intentional.)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the thread,
Not a TMS’er was posting, as all were in bed.
The Mustangs were parked for the night with care,
In hopes that new engine mods soon would be there.
The owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of crushing chevys danced in their heads.
And Gary and Lee and Jimbo and Willie,
Had just shared some egg nog and drank themselves silly.
When out in the drive their arose such a racket,
Boss drivers leapt from their beds, to see if it was their owner’s packets.
But it was just Joe in his UPS truck,
Laughing and saying “HA! Fooled you stupid *****!”
The evident traction on the perfectly straight road,
Made all drivers wish that their engines were “blowed”.
Then what to the wandering posters should appear,
But all of the moderators, and it struck a great fear.
Armed with language filters, so lively and quick,
They shouted “you fail, we know all of your tricks!”
More rapid than the Ford GT their pm warnings they came,
And they revved and they braked, and called the posters by name.
AlsCobra, Shelby08, lalayla, and texastbone,
08GTCandyApple, HOSS429, BlueNotch, and RatherB.Blown.
thatgirlkristina, 05StefferStang, 07S197, and cdynaco,
StangMahn, codeman94, BoogieNights, and mustangGT90210.
Threatening a ban on them all, even denlem,
Only 2k7gtcs is safe, as he is now “one of them”.
As z06’s before the GT500’s they flee,
And camaros at sighting Mustang GT’s, down their pants legs they pee.
The posters they sat and they sucked on their thumbs,
Wondering which thread locks, soon were to come.
And then in an instant, they heard a keen whine,
The sound of a Mustang, sent shivers up their spines.
Leaping to the windows and turning around,
They spied an 08 green pony, tires pawing the ground.
It screeched to a stop and the driver leapt out,
Checking for admins, he looked all about.
A bundle of parts he had flung over his back,
And he looked like a mechanic as he pulled out a jack.
He had x-pipes and h-pipes and cold air intakes,
Long tubes and axle-backs that would make the earth shake.
Pirellis and Dunlops and rotors and pads,
And even a Whipple, that will make chevy boys sad.
For the Boss boys some roll bars and a key that is red,
Plus a five point harness and a helmet for the head.
For show - louvers and stripes and nice metal flake,
And shiny chrome wheels for appearances sake.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Shooting down liberals and all those posting like jerks.
And tilting his head slightly off kilter,
He gave posters a day, free from all filters.
Then he jumped in his Bullitt, put his foot to the floor,
The engine ignited, and gave out a great roar.
And they heard him exclaim, as his Mustang hauled-a**,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all ethanol-free gas!!”
(If this poem has entertained, it was purely by accident,
If it has insulted anyone, it was probably intentional.)
12/24/11, 01:52 PM
A Man Just Needs Some....
Originally Posted by phiggs54
Dont tempt me. I want to stay married
Thanks for the compliments, just misguided talent
12/24/11, 02:04 PM
I will buy Jack Stands!!!
(With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863))
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the thread,
Not a TMS’er was posting, as all were in bed.
The Mustangs were parked for the night with care,
In hopes that new engine mods soon would be there.
The owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of crushing chevys danced in their heads.
And Gary and Lee and Jimbo and Willie,
Had just shared some egg nog and drank themselves silly.
When out in the drive their arose such a racket,
Boss drivers leapt from their beds, to see if it was their owner’s packets.
But it was just Joe in his UPS truck,
Laughing and saying “HA! Fooled you stupid *****!”
The evident traction on the perfectly straight road,
Made all drivers wish that their engines were “blowed”.
Then what to the wandering posters should appear,
But all of the moderators, and it struck a great fear.
Armed with language filters, so lively and quick,
They shouted “you fail, we know all of your tricks!”
More rapid than the Ford GT their pm warnings they came,
And they revved and they braked, and called the posters by name.
AlsCobra, Shelby08, lalayla, and texastbone,
08GTCandyApple, HOSS429, BlueNotch, and RatherB.Blown.
thatgirlkristina, 05StefferStang, 07S197, and cdynaco,
StangMahn, codeman94, BoogieNights, and mustangGT90210.
Threatening a ban on them all, even denlem,
Only 2k7gtcs is safe, as he is now “one of them”.
As z06’s before the GT500’s they flee,
And camaros at sighting Mustang GT’s, down their pants legs they pee.
The posters they sat and they sucked on their thumbs,
Wondering which thread locks, soon were to come.
And then in an instant, they heard a keen whine,
The sound of a Mustang, sent shivers up their spines.
Leaping to the windows and turning around,
They spied an 08 green pony, tires pawing the ground.
It screeched to a stop and the driver leapt out,
Checking for admins, he looked all about.
A bundle of parts he had flung over his back,
And he looked like a mechanic as he pulled out a jack.
He had x-pipes and h-pipes and cold air intakes,
Long tubes and axle-backs that would make the earth shake.
Pirellis and Dunlops and rotors and pads,
And even a Whipple, that will make chevy boys sad.
For the Boss boys some roll bars and a key that is red,
Plus a five point harness and a helmet for the head.
For show - louvers and stripes and nice metal flake,
And shiny chrome wheels for appearances sake.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Shooting down liberals and all those posting like jerks.
And tilting his head slightly off kilter,
He gave posters a day, free from all filters.
Then he jumped in his Bullitt, put his foot to the floor,
The engine ignited, and gave out a great roar.
And they heard him exclaim, as his Mustang hauled-a**,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all ethanol-free gas!!”
(If this poem has entertained, it was purely by accident,
If it has insulted anyone, it was probably intentional.)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the thread,
Not a TMS’er was posting, as all were in bed.
The Mustangs were parked for the night with care,
In hopes that new engine mods soon would be there.
The owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of crushing chevys danced in their heads.
And Gary and Lee and Jimbo and Willie,
Had just shared some egg nog and drank themselves silly.
When out in the drive their arose such a racket,
Boss drivers leapt from their beds, to see if it was their owner’s packets.
But it was just Joe in his UPS truck,
Laughing and saying “HA! Fooled you stupid *****!”
The evident traction on the perfectly straight road,
Made all drivers wish that their engines were “blowed”.
Then what to the wandering posters should appear,
But all of the moderators, and it struck a great fear.
Armed with language filters, so lively and quick,
They shouted “you fail, we know all of your tricks!”
More rapid than the Ford GT their pm warnings they came,
And they revved and they braked, and called the posters by name.
AlsCobra, Shelby08, lalayla, and texastbone,
08GTCandyApple, HOSS429, BlueNotch, and RatherB.Blown.
thatgirlkristina, 05StefferStang, 07S197, and cdynaco,
StangMahn, codeman94, BoogieNights, and mustangGT90210.
Threatening a ban on them all, even denlem,
Only 2k7gtcs is safe, as he is now “one of them”.
As z06’s before the GT500’s they flee,
And camaros at sighting Mustang GT’s, down their pants legs they pee.
The posters they sat and they sucked on their thumbs,
Wondering which thread locks, soon were to come.
And then in an instant, they heard a keen whine,
The sound of a Mustang, sent shivers up their spines.
Leaping to the windows and turning around,
They spied an 08 green pony, tires pawing the ground.
It screeched to a stop and the driver leapt out,
Checking for admins, he looked all about.
A bundle of parts he had flung over his back,
And he looked like a mechanic as he pulled out a jack.
He had x-pipes and h-pipes and cold air intakes,
Long tubes and axle-backs that would make the earth shake.
Pirellis and Dunlops and rotors and pads,
And even a Whipple, that will make chevy boys sad.
For the Boss boys some roll bars and a key that is red,
Plus a five point harness and a helmet for the head.
For show - louvers and stripes and nice metal flake,
And shiny chrome wheels for appearances sake.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Shooting down liberals and all those posting like jerks.
And tilting his head slightly off kilter,
He gave posters a day, free from all filters.
Then he jumped in his Bullitt, put his foot to the floor,
The engine ignited, and gave out a great roar.
And they heard him exclaim, as his Mustang hauled-a**,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all ethanol-free gas!!”
(If this poem has entertained, it was purely by accident,
If it has insulted anyone, it was probably intentional.)
12/24/11, 02:13 PM
The Legacy TMS Lady
12/24/11, 02:33 PM
Post *****
Join Date: December 14, 2007
Location: State of Jefferson Mountains USA
Posts: 19,993
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Geez I go to bed at 3.30 and wondered why my ears were burning in my sleep! 
Great writing!
So... from my greenage to all of you's, the McGreen One says
Great writing!
So... from my greenage to all of you's, the McGreen One says
HO HO HO!
Now I must be on my way
in my speedy sleek green sleigh
and make tracks to all those good chilren,
to their folks may their thanks be given!
in my speedy sleek green sleigh
and make tracks to all those good chilren,
to their folks may their thanks be given!
Last edited by cdynaco; 12/24/11 at 02:34 PM.