Twas the night before Christmas,
The people that I room with were laying fast asleep,
snoring and farting, like a big herd of sheep.
The hard hats and steel toes were outside in the halls,
smelling like that stinky cheese you get beneath your ba**s.
When suddenly I heard a sound that almost pierced my ears, followed by some footsteps, that I thought might be reindeers.
So I opened up my door and what came running past,
but, a roustabout ( his first time out), with rig dope
on his a**.
I watched in amazement as he staggered out of sight, and I knew
right from that moment, this weren't no regular Christmas night.
So, I crawled back into my rack and tried to do my best,
to lay there motionless and try to get some rest.
When, once again, I heard a noise that had to be St. Nick,
but, a cuban speaking galleyhand said-"it's five oclock, you pric*!"
So I tried to wash my sleepy face and started my day with hope,
I dried my eyes and then looked down at hair on the soap.
I finally made my way downstairs and what came into view,
the blurry figure of a man that everybody knew.
He didn't have no white beard, or dimples on his chin.
He said-"Merry Christmas, hand! Your a** ain't going in!"
So enjoy your Christmas, may you have many more,
cause while you're opening up your gifts,
my a** is stuck offshore!

Merry Christmas & God Bless

Good one...LOL

Grew up in Odessa and worked my way through college on a rig and presently work as landman for a O&G producing company, this has a ring of truth in it.

Nice.

Sheep Snore????

nice

Good read.