Which of the following are true about Christmas?a. You'll receive many wishes of Peace on Earth and Goodwill towards men.
b. People will drive just a little bit nicer and when they raise their hands to wave, all fingers will be up.
c. Unfortunately a few of the gifts you'll be blessed with will need to be returned but are cherished just the same.
d. jkirlin will tell you he wrote a Christmas song for you and sing your name over and over to a variety of Christmas tunes long past the point it feels awkward.
e. All of the above.
f. Screw the rest, only d is true.
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ReplyDeletei'm going with (d) and i want you to do it with my name today...ps i love the whig and courier...hav'nt been there in a while...
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To Lunch Lady:
'Petal, Petal, Petal.
Petal, Petal, Petal.
Petal, all the waaaaaaaaaaay'
d. Kirlin singing, "She's a ho, she's a ho. she's ho" and "Your a mean one Mr. Grinch".
ReplyDeleteYou're a mean one, Mr. Kirlin.
ReplyDeleteYou really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Kirlin.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Kirlin.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Kirlin.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Kirlin.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Kirlin.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Kirlin.
You're a nasty, waasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Kirlin.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Kirlin.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Kirlin.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Kirlin.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Kirlin.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich with arsenic sauce.