Post by Sam Washington on Dec 18, 2016 13:27:30 GMT
‘YIPPEE KAI YAY MOTHERFUCKER!”
It’s the festive season in San Antonio Texas as Sam with his fellow American Ultras as they celebrate Christmas coming nearer with shotguns shooting bullets up in the air and drinking ice cold beers. Sam and some of the others are wearing Santa hats while a pig they hunted earlier roasting in an open fire. Sam reveals a home made Santa sack that he drops in the middle of the camp fire while the Ultras toot loud at night.
SW: Right y’all It’s time for our secret Santa! Hope you fuckers better have gotten us something good this year!
The Ultras all laugh at each other.
Sam gets the sack ready as the presents are all revealed. The first one for Lincoln is a stuffed deers head from a hunt they did last season. Bush unveils his and gets a coupon book for a local hunting store. Sam grins as he gets excited for his one.
SW: Oh boy I can’t wait for this!
He opens his present to reveil…..a lingerie set. He looks confused as the severely small set with lace pink is hung up by him. He looks at both Ultras who in turn look at each other.
SW: What the fuck is this. Y’all turning gay on me!!!
Bush eventually reveals as the gift bearer by swallowing in fear before sweating like the pig that is on the roast.
“Sorry Sam. Must’ve gotten my sisters gift mixed with yours. Darn it she’ll now get the beer cowboy hat!
SW: Your sister Bush really?
There’s an awkward silence before Sam redirects them to the ready cooked pig. The night soon comes along with the cold of winter as they begin to sleep in their sleeping bags. During the late of the night where they all are asleep, the winds pick up as the harsh colder wind makes Washington shiver and chatter. He soon barely wakes up as he continues to shiver.
SW: Why the fuck is it freezing?
SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Washington soon perks up and looks all around him.
SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
SW: Who the fuck is that?
A floating person suddenly appears right in front of them with chains around their necks and as white as pearl.
SW: Who the fuck are you?!
“I am the ghost of Christmas past!”
Sam wipes his tired eyes with his hands.
“I am here to give you a grave message! America is in danger!”
SW: WHAT! Where the fuck are those Aliens at!?
“NO! America is in danger from it’s own!”
Sam soon looks suspicious at this ghost.
SW: Oh go fuck off Clinton lover. Go lick her carpet!
“People like you Sam can save America! You need to stop this invasion from within! People soon to be in charge of America will change you all. The people of your jobs will change you all!”
Sam murmurs “GOL” to himself. He stares at the ghost of Christmas past who soon offers their hand to take him through time.
“Come with me and I will show you what will happen if you do not stop this happening Sam. You are the key for this change to stop Sam!”
Convinced that this is a trick. Sam slowly reaches for his gun.
SW: Oh sounds sweet! Just let me get my coat and I’ll travel with you through time and space….A HA!
Sam points the gun at the ghost.
SW: Suck on this Casper!
Sam starts to ferociously shoot at the ghost who jolts from tree to tree. The sound of gunfire wake the Ultras up who spurt from their sleeping bags and see to their leader. But when they get their. They don’t see anything…
SW: Fucking Democrat piece of shit! Screw you!
The Ultras look at each other before looking down at Sams tent and see that a bag of opened Beef Jerky.
Lincoln: Oh shit!
Bush: What?
Lincoln: Sam mixed his jerky with mines. I laced mines with LSD!
The Ultras look at each other one more before pulling Sam back to the ground;
SW: 2017 WILL BE THE YEAR OF US OF FUCKING A GHOST PRICK!
……………..
The end of the year is nigh!
And what a fucking year it has been!
Trump, a real American, is about to be in charge and soon we ain’t taking shit from any mother fucker anymore!
The Mexicans invasion of taking our jobs and our way of life is about to come to an end. And they should be shitting in their briefs at the thought of that! No more Mexicans and other flippy doo talent that think they can out-do American Wrestling. As unofficial team leader of the team that will win. I am confident of an immediate and imminent victory!
No more Technicos! HA!
And to all of you Americans that are traitoring our nation by siding with this so-called “Technicos” Karma is gonna come and bite you in the ass! In the form of the American War Machine!
This is our yard.
This is our year.
And no one is gonna take that from America.
NO ONE!
So we gonna end on the show that is titled after the greatest Christmas film of all time (YES IT IS A CHRISTMAS FILM!) By showcasing our intent of what we are going to do next year. Take over! And when we win, you bet we all are gonna sing;
YIPPEE KAI YAY MOTHERFUCKER!
BECAUSE WE ARE AMERICA AND WE ARE ON TOP ALWAYS AND FOREVER!
AMERICA!
FUCK YEAH!
It’s the festive season in San Antonio Texas as Sam with his fellow American Ultras as they celebrate Christmas coming nearer with shotguns shooting bullets up in the air and drinking ice cold beers. Sam and some of the others are wearing Santa hats while a pig they hunted earlier roasting in an open fire. Sam reveals a home made Santa sack that he drops in the middle of the camp fire while the Ultras toot loud at night.
SW: Right y’all It’s time for our secret Santa! Hope you fuckers better have gotten us something good this year!
The Ultras all laugh at each other.
Sam gets the sack ready as the presents are all revealed. The first one for Lincoln is a stuffed deers head from a hunt they did last season. Bush unveils his and gets a coupon book for a local hunting store. Sam grins as he gets excited for his one.
SW: Oh boy I can’t wait for this!
He opens his present to reveil…..a lingerie set. He looks confused as the severely small set with lace pink is hung up by him. He looks at both Ultras who in turn look at each other.
SW: What the fuck is this. Y’all turning gay on me!!!
Bush eventually reveals as the gift bearer by swallowing in fear before sweating like the pig that is on the roast.
“Sorry Sam. Must’ve gotten my sisters gift mixed with yours. Darn it she’ll now get the beer cowboy hat!
SW: Your sister Bush really?
There’s an awkward silence before Sam redirects them to the ready cooked pig. The night soon comes along with the cold of winter as they begin to sleep in their sleeping bags. During the late of the night where they all are asleep, the winds pick up as the harsh colder wind makes Washington shiver and chatter. He soon barely wakes up as he continues to shiver.
SW: Why the fuck is it freezing?
SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Washington soon perks up and looks all around him.
SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
SW: Who the fuck is that?
A floating person suddenly appears right in front of them with chains around their necks and as white as pearl.
SW: Who the fuck are you?!
“I am the ghost of Christmas past!”
Sam wipes his tired eyes with his hands.
“I am here to give you a grave message! America is in danger!”
SW: WHAT! Where the fuck are those Aliens at!?
“NO! America is in danger from it’s own!”
Sam soon looks suspicious at this ghost.
SW: Oh go fuck off Clinton lover. Go lick her carpet!
“People like you Sam can save America! You need to stop this invasion from within! People soon to be in charge of America will change you all. The people of your jobs will change you all!”
Sam murmurs “GOL” to himself. He stares at the ghost of Christmas past who soon offers their hand to take him through time.
“Come with me and I will show you what will happen if you do not stop this happening Sam. You are the key for this change to stop Sam!”
Convinced that this is a trick. Sam slowly reaches for his gun.
SW: Oh sounds sweet! Just let me get my coat and I’ll travel with you through time and space….A HA!
Sam points the gun at the ghost.
SW: Suck on this Casper!
Sam starts to ferociously shoot at the ghost who jolts from tree to tree. The sound of gunfire wake the Ultras up who spurt from their sleeping bags and see to their leader. But when they get their. They don’t see anything…
SW: Fucking Democrat piece of shit! Screw you!
The Ultras look at each other before looking down at Sams tent and see that a bag of opened Beef Jerky.
Lincoln: Oh shit!
Bush: What?
Lincoln: Sam mixed his jerky with mines. I laced mines with LSD!
The Ultras look at each other one more before pulling Sam back to the ground;
SW: 2017 WILL BE THE YEAR OF US OF FUCKING A GHOST PRICK!
……………..
The end of the year is nigh!
And what a fucking year it has been!
Trump, a real American, is about to be in charge and soon we ain’t taking shit from any mother fucker anymore!
The Mexicans invasion of taking our jobs and our way of life is about to come to an end. And they should be shitting in their briefs at the thought of that! No more Mexicans and other flippy doo talent that think they can out-do American Wrestling. As unofficial team leader of the team that will win. I am confident of an immediate and imminent victory!
No more Technicos! HA!
And to all of you Americans that are traitoring our nation by siding with this so-called “Technicos” Karma is gonna come and bite you in the ass! In the form of the American War Machine!
This is our yard.
This is our year.
And no one is gonna take that from America.
NO ONE!
So we gonna end on the show that is titled after the greatest Christmas film of all time (YES IT IS A CHRISTMAS FILM!) By showcasing our intent of what we are going to do next year. Take over! And when we win, you bet we all are gonna sing;
YIPPEE KAI YAY MOTHERFUCKER!
BECAUSE WE ARE AMERICA AND WE ARE ON TOP ALWAYS AND FOREVER!
AMERICA!
FUCK YEAH!