December 4th

Dear Blog,

Already am I failing on my most important mission to update everyday before Christmas. Bu who actually thought that I could (would) do it? Yeah...that's what I thought.
We all know that I am a lazy son of a...(Hair of the Dog by Nazareth just started to play in my head. Awesome. Dork much?) and that I probably would forhet/don't have the will to update. And guess what readers, we were all right. So kudos to us.
Anyway...Yesterday I was christmas shopping with mummy dearest. It went okay...I did not find anything for anyone but myself...(lamo)...I happened to stumble upon Darkly Dreaming Dexter, the first book that the most gnarlatious TV-Show Dexter is based on. Yaaay me!

But now a treat for you dudes (dudettes?) that are still reading this...why anyone would is beyond my knowledge...

The Grinch is one of the funniest and dorkiest christmas movies ever. And come on, it's Jim Carrey!!
So now the song (I had you fooled there didn't I...you totally thought that I was going to show you a clip from the movie...I might do that later so don't kill me yet...) lyrics to the song The Grinch...and a picture! Yaay, total awesomeness...ot maybe not...uuh...well on with it!

 (apparently the stupid insert picture thing is not working...damnation!!! So I'll get back to you on that note too...)

Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch


You really are a heel,


You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,


You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!




You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,


Your heart's an empty hole,


Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,


I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!



You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,


You have termites in your smile,


You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,


Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!



You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,


You're the king of sinful sots,


Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,


You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!



You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,


With a nauseous super "naus"!,


You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,


Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful


assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!



You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,


You're a nasty wasty skunk,


Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,


The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,


"Stink, stank, stunk"!

Over and Out