Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to the Chiefs Planet

[BIG_DADDY]

From BD, lil momma, Travis and Taz. We wish you all the Best.

[BIG_DADDY]

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[KC Dan]

Merry Christmase & Happy New Year to you and your family Troy! Also, to all other planeteers as well!!!

Damn Troy, that boy looks just like you. No denying his parentage!!!:)

[BigRedChief]

HO!HO!HO! Merry Chrstmas!
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[talastan]

From Myself and the rest of my family, Merry Christmas and Happy and Prosperous New Year to all of the Planet!!

[Lzen]

Which one are you, BD? Santa? Say, were you working at a mall in Connecticut over the weekend? :hmmm:

[El Jefe]

Likewise, from my family to all of you on the planet.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, hopefully you will be prosperous in the year to come and only good will avail you.

[seclark]

that's a good looking boy you've got there bd. looks like santa claus has a herpes blister on his lip though.
just a heads up.
merry Christmas
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[BIG_DADDY]

Merry Christmase & Happy New Year to you and your family Troy! Also, to all other planeteers as well!!!

Damn Troy, that boy looks just like you. No denying his parentage!!!:)


Yea he just smoked his preemie test. 7 months but over 2 months premature. They do a 5 month test to see if he has developed at that level. All his cognitive skills are at 8 months or higher. he just blew them away. He is already talking and is 18 pounds 28 ". It's been a long road but very rewarding. We have truly been blessed. I hope all is well with your family. Hopefully you are coming through this next year.

[BIG_DADDY]

Which one are you, BD? Santa? Say, were you working at a mall in Connecticut over the weekend? :hmmm:

No thank god. LMAO

[The Franchise]

Santa might want to get that thing on his lip checked out. lol

[chasedude]

Ditto's to you BigD and the rest of you on the Planet!

[Rooster]

Merry Christmas to all!!!

[Dartgod]

Yea he just smoked his preemie test. 7 months but over 2 months premature. They do a 5 month test to see if he has developed at that level. All his cognitive skills are at 8 months or higher. he just blew them away. He is already talking and is 18 pounds 28 ". It's been a long road but very rewarding. We have truly been blessed. I hope all is well with your family. Hopefully you are coming through this next year.
Sounds like the HGH is doing it's job! ;)

He's a good looking kid, BD. Thank goodness he got his mamma's looks.

Happy Holidays to you all!

[BIG_DADDY]

Sounds like the HGH is doing it's job! ;)

He's a good looking kid, BD. Thank goodness he got his mamma's looks.

Happy Holidays to you all!


Thanks Bob. I hope everything is going well for you and your family. Hope to make it out there again one of these days. That or see you in Vegas at some point.

[|Zach|]

Cute

[Dartgod]

Thanks Bob. I hope everything is going well for you and your family. Hope to make it out there again one of these days. That or see you in Vegas at some point.
I'd love to do a guys Vegas trip some day. You, NZoner, KC Dan, Bwana, Me and whoever else.

My wife loves Vegas too much to let me go alone...lol.

[BIG_DADDY]

I'd love to do a guys Vegas trip some day. You, NZoner, KC Dan, Bwana, Me and whoever else.

My wife loves Vegas too much to let me go alone...lol.

We will all drop in on Carlota. LOL

[HemiEd]

Yea he just smoked his preemie test. 7 months but over 2 months premature. They do a 5 month test to see if he has developed at that level. All his cognitive skills are at 8 months or higher. he just blew them away. He is already talking and is 18 pounds 28 ". It's been a long road but very rewarding. We have truly been blessed. I hope all is well with your family. Hopefully you are coming through this next year.

Good looking kid! Congrats and Merry Christmas!

[FAX]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the chateau
Not a player was scoring, not even D. Bowe;

The receivers were hung out to dry in the air,
Full of fear that St. Huard would throw up a prayer;

And the fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
With grocery sacks jammed on top of their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my toupee,
Were selling all our Chiefs gear and stuff on ebay,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the 'puter to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should emerge,
But a sleigh on the lawn, and eight guys we should purge,

With a goofy-ass driver, so stupid and squirmy,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Hermie.

More rapid than three-legged turtles they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Warfield! now, Welbourne! now, Terry and Turley!
On, Parker! on Drummond! on, Huard The Girly!

To the LOS marker! all the way to the thirty!
Now throw it for one yard and don't you get dirty!"

As snails and blind ducks that before hurricanes fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the players they crawl,
With the sleigh full of 4th downs, and just one or two fall.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard like a beat
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Hermie did come with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of trash he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a quarterback taking a sack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his eyebrows how odd!
His cheeks were like razors, his nose like a clod!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a snarl,
And semen dripped from it (I think it was Carl's);

He had a face like a shark and a tatoo on his gut,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of smut.

He was scrawny and lean, a right scary old elf,
And I screamed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his choring,
And filled all the stockings with lots of low scoring,

Then sticking his finger inside of his ass,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he passed;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all stumbled like a misfired missle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove away,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all it's okaaayyy."

FAX

[Calcountry]

Happy Kwansa Big Daddy. ;)

[BIG_DADDY]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the chateau
Not a player was scoring, not even D. Bowe;

The receivers were hung out to dry in the air,
Full of fear that St. Huard would throw up a prayer;

And the fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
With grocery sacks jammed on top of their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my toupee,
Were selling all our Chiefs gear and stuff on ebay,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the 'puter to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should emerge,
But a sleigh on the lawn, and eight guys we should purge,

With a goofy-ass driver, so stupid and squirmy,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Hermie.

More rapid than three-legged turtles they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Warfield! now, Welbourne! now, Terry and Turley!
On, Parker! on Drummond! on, Huard The Girly!

To the LOS marker! all the way to the thirty!
Now throw it for one yard and don't you get dirty!"

As snails and blind ducks that before hurricanes fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the players they crawl,
With the sleigh full of 4th downs, and just one or two fall.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard like a beat
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Hermie did come with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of trash he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a quarterback taking a sack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his eyebrows how odd!
His cheeks were like razors, his nose like a clod!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a snarl,
And semen dripped from it (I think it was Carl's);

He had a face like a shark and a tatoo on his gut,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of smut.

He was scrawny and lean, a right scary old elf,
And I screamed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his choring,
And filled all the stockings with lots of low scoring,

Then sticking his finger inside of his ass,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he passed;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all stumbled like a misfired missle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove away,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all it's okaaayyy."

FAX

rep LMAO