Twas the Night Before Christmas in the Hood

By Hottywood Helps

Twas the night before Christmas, all was said and done

Not a creature stirred, not a roach, rat or bum.

The stockings were hung on the radiator with fear

That St. Nicholas would knock it over like he did last year.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

High from the weed that had gone to their heads.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our skins from a long booty clap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,

Someone’s car was being jacked by some random masked boys.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

To make sure it wasn’t my car or I’d have to kick someone’s ass.

The moonlight bounced off the oil stained snow

Which pissed off the property manager and the neighborhood ho.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a pimped out sleigh and mutts dressed as reindeer.

With a little old driver shifting gears on the stick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his curse words came,

He whistled, and slurred, and called the bitches by name!

“Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the hood and over that wall!

Don’t piss on the roof or else I’ll slip and fall!

The bare naked trees that stood tall in the sky

Were blocking the vision of my already bad eyes.

To the roof of the projects the pimped ride flew,

With a bag of IOU’s and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

St. Nicholas falling into a pile of dog poop.

He was wiping his butt when I turned around.

St. Nick wasn’t as jolly as you’d expect him to sound.

He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his feet,

He gave me a head nod instead of using words to speak.

He carried with him a bundle of toys

That he’d stolen from other little girls and boys.

His eyes were red from the liquor he drank.

His breath was all stinky.  Santa was tanked!

He was mad from the poop that was smeared on his clothes,

Either that or from when he accidentally rubbed his nose.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

The same as the crackhead’s from down the street.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

I think he had the munchies because he asked for some jelly.

Stoned or drunk, he was a giant old midget

That was stealing, not giving, and couldn’t control his fidget.

A wink of his eye cloaked with Christmas care

Made me think I should probably be scared.

He spoke not a word, he made not a sound,

But as I predicted knocked the radiator to the ground.

When the children woke up, out of the window he flew,

Santa had done what he’d come to do.

He left us with nothing but a note under the tree

That read, “Next year Christmas is on me.”

I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,

“Merry Christmas next year ’cause tonight is my night!”

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Hottywood’s HORRORscopes: Week of July 10-16, 2016

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Capricorn

December 22 – January 19

The only use you will provide this week will be to keep a coffee table from wobbling.


Aquarius

January 20 – February 18

Sometimes it’s necessary to be wrong for all the right reasons, even if punching is involved.


Pisces

February 19 – March 20

Belching seems to be the only time you make sense.


Aries

March 21 – April 19

On Thursday, your hair will thin until there’s nothing left but a bald spot in the shape of Elvis Presley that’s only noticeable when you stand at the bottom of a staircase some time on Friday in the middle of the night.


Taurus

April 20 – May 20

You may be surprised to realize the best literature is the stuff you read on bathroom walls.


Gemini

May 21 – June 20

Someone’s intentions will smell like sweaty gym socks . . . or you may just need to wash your feet.


Cancer

June 21 – July 22

If your toe knuckles are shedding, something is not right.


Leo

July 23 – August 22

If you like camel humps, then this is the week for you. Your soda will be extra fizzy and your French fries will stay hotter longer. 17 is your lucky number except on those days ending in the letter “y.”


Virgo

August 23 – September 22

Do not budge until the reaction from Taco Bell’s classic taco tells you otherwise.


Libra

September 23 – October 22

Slow down and rest before the bags under your eyes are accidentally mistaken for oddly placed breasts.


Scorpio

October 23 – November 21

Every day you don’t run over a pedestrian, you’re saving someone’s life. Be a hero every day. Don’t run over pedestrians on Mondays.


Sagittarius

November 22 – December 21

If you don’t know then nobody knows, but everyone knows you know. All I know is that if you don’t know (and I know you know), you know you ought to be ashamed of yourself.


Quote of the week:  “Don’t be the same old you someone remembers. Be better . . . or at least dress like it.”

Hottywood’s HORRORscopes: Week of May 8-14, 2016

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This week’s HORRORscope is for all of the zodiac signs. 

“Your nipples will expand to the size of

flap-jacks.” 


Quote of the week:  “I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I’m sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”


Hottywood’s HORRORscopes: Week of May 1-7, 2016

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Capricorn

December 22 – January 19

P.M. is the best time for plastic surgery; A.M. is a good time to buy breath mints wholesale.


Aquarius

January 20 – February 18

You will benefit from a stroke of good fortune. It probably won’t happen until four tax seasons from now, though.


Pisces

February 19 – March 20

You are coming to the end of a highly creative period. That’s what happens when the effects of alcohol wears off.


Aries

March 21 – April 19

You may find that you’ll get better results of obtaining the things you want if you flash your boobs. But understand that flashing may get your ass locked up. Then you’ll be flashing more than you bargained for with your new cellmate.


Taurus

April 20 – May 20

You are able to climb higher than you ever anticipated. Never cutting your toenails finally pays off.


Gemini

May 21 – June 20

Tomorrow during A.M or P.M. rush hour, you will be sandwiched between a man that smells of bad body odor and a wino that smells of old beer. That will give you an indication of how the rest of your week will go. It stinks to be you. No pun intended…well, sorta.


Cancer

June 21 – July 22

Your idea that you are attractive to the opposite sex is rooted in your vivid imagination. The rest of us laugh a lot about that.


Leo

July 23 – August 22

In your next life, you may marry a pro-Frisbee champion.


Virgo

August 23 – September 22

Your garage is a shrine to your half-assedness.


Libra

September 23 – October 22

Tomorrow afternoon check career opportunities at McDonald’s.


Scorpio

October 23 – November 21

You have no special skills not involving a broom. However,  you are clean every Wednesday.


Sagittarius

November 22 – December 21

All your friends pretend not to notice your lack of intelligence – at least to your face.


Quote of the week:  “Co-workers often mimic your poor posture.”

Hottywood’s HORRORscopes: Week of April 17-23, 2016

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Capricorn

December 22 – January 19

Working from 8 to 5 and playing from 7 to 4 leaves you with just enough time to fill those bags under your eyes.


Aquarius

January 20 – February 18

If you’re lucky, you may see Elvis Presley buying a pack of C batteries at a 24 hour Walgreen’s.


Pisces

February 19 – March 20

If you eat a cookie made from the fart of a cat some time today, you will meet your spiritual animal on the eve of next Thursday, after an episode of the Golden Girls.


Aries

March 21 – April 19

Nothing says revenge like 50,000 rotten eggs and a chainsaw.


Taurus

April 20 – May 20

Your butt is getting so big that soon you’ll be entering a room doggy-style.


Gemini

May 21 – June 20

If Scope fails, gargle with cologne.


Cancer

June 21 – July 22

A childhood memory reminds you that you are deathly afraid of grown men dressed as hot dogs.


Leo

July 23 – August 22

You’re eager to show someone the ropes. And by “ropes,” I mean your private parts.


Virgo

August 23 – September 22

Most people are younger and better looking in the dark.


Libra

September 23 – October 22

Someone loves you very much. They only know how to express that love through anger, shaving and criticism.


Scorpio

October 23 – November 21

Even the strongest faucet leaks a few drops.


Sagittarius

November 22 – December 21

By the end of the day, your lucky bacon-themed socks’ luck will run out when they begin to smell more like corn chips than bacon.


Quote of the week:  “The biggest lie you can tell yourself is that you don’t need to write that down.”

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Hottywood’s HORRORscopes: Week of March 13-19, 2016

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Find out what your luck has in store for you this week.


Capricorn

December 22 – January 19

Remove the “L” from Lover and there you have it; OVER.


Aquarius

January 20 – February 18

Be careful. Right now you may be able to buy anything you want, but one day you may have to beg for something you need.


Pisces

February 19 – March 20

If they don’t love you when the wrinkles in your skin look like a road map, tell ’em to hit the road.


Aries

March 21 – April 19

Sex is fine (well maybe great). Gold is finer (platinum is better). But pizza is irreplaceable!


Taurus

April 20 – May 20

Wrong questions get wrong answers.


Gemini

May 21 – June 20

It’s going to feel like a water balloon popped between your legs. What you do with this information is between you and God.


Cancer

June 21 – July 22

A deaf husband and a blind wife a happy couple does make, until someone needs the remote control.


Leo

July 23 – August 22

Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.


Virgo

August 23 – September 22

Slow down and rest before the bags under your eyes are mistaken for oddly placed breasts, which, if you’re man, may looker weirder than it sounds.


Libra

September 23 – October 22

Nothing brings two people together like potato chips.


Scorpio

October 23 – November 21

Masturbation keeps you from ****ing the wrong people.


Sagittarius

November 22 – December 21

You will be attacked by three baby midget sumo wrestlers on the night of the third Friday before a highly anticipated corn harvest festival.


Quote of the week:  “Thanks to Facebook, you now know what everyone’s bathroom looks like.”

A Historic Leap Year Bedtime Story: You’ve Got to Pay to Play

Fellas, today is the one day that you really don’t want to wear deodorant – especially if you’re single or once hooked up with a woman who saw hearts on your nipples instead of androgenic hair.

History deems February 29th as the day when any three-eyed bearded woman, whose weight happens to be more than a double-trunked compact automobile, is allowed to pursue any man of her desire relentlessly for 24 hours and beat the hell out of him until he agrees to marry her.  Refusal of the proposed nuptuals would come at a price.

The tale began some time in 5th century Ireland, when a desperate wench in the heat of unbridled passion finally asked the question to her then inamorato, “What’s love got to do with it?”, which [arguably] later inspired Tina Turner’s 1984 hit single “What’s Love Got To Do With It?”  

The wench, very generous with her “jewelry box,” was pretty pissed off at her gentlemen caller for hooking up with her for her booty without taking up interest in asking for her hand in marriage.  Tired of being labeled a harlot, one night while wrapped in the arms of her philanderer, she finally complained of the sexual unfairness.  Much like today, the man friend spoke from his head in the southern region rather than the northern, and finally relented to set aside February 29th as the day the harlot would be allowed the right to ask for his hand in marriage.  As years passed and their relationship dissipated, four years succeeding their emotionless relations the moll took the sir up on his offer, not discerning the family he had since started with another woman of whom he’d developed genuine feelings for.

The harlot, who had not heard from her ex mister in a few turns of a set of 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 46 seconds, tracked down her old beau to insist that he honor the promise he made to her in the bed where they lay one February night four calendars passed.  She had ridden a mule to the gentleman’s manor and hid behind a tall horse in a backyard stable with unsubtle patience, awaiting his bride to leave the grounds with their young.  Once the beau was left alone in the abode, she entered the estate, stripped him of his clothes as any honorable 5th century hooker would, and screwed him silly.  With each pelvic thrust upon his, she reminded him of the promise he made to her four years preceding that moment of conscripted fornication.  Now, being a faithful gentleman betrothed to the woman who bore his namesake, the former gigolo refused the harlot’s proposal.  Luckily for him, this woman was scorned in the 5th century and not in present day time.  Although the history of this tale is not completely substantiated, it is rumored that once the proposal was rejected, the harlot forced a razor to the gentleman’s neck and demanded that he repay her heartbreak with a final [tongue] kiss, a silk dress or a pair of gloves.

…talk about a cheap date.

Since then, February 29th has been associated with the day where a woman can be a butch for 24 hours and ask for a man’s hand in marriage or make him pay a penalty for [the proposal] rejection, which if you ask me is a win-win for the woman.  Who’s being unfair now?


Quote of the Week:  “Love is not having to say you’re sorry, unless of course your private parts stink when you’re getting special kisses.”

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