More Awesome Than You!

http://lightoflove.net/12PainsOfCmas.htm

 ;D

Lol, I truly love it. It's like the 12 questions on our Pass-Over holiday...:).

"The twelfth thing at Christmas
that's such a pain to me:
Singing Christmas carols.
Stale T.V. specials.
Batteries not included.
No parking!
*Crying*
Charities.
Gotta make 'em dinner.
Five months of bills.
I'm not sending 'em this year, that's it!
Shut up, you!
Fine, you're so smart! You rig up the lights!
And finding a Christmas tree."

I don't really relate to this song at all.

I think JM is really Santa!  ;D The grumpiness is a facade to throw us off the scent....  ;)

 ;D


On the first day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, a jerk cursing
in a chat room.
   
On the second day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 2 pieces of
junk mail, and a jerk cursing in a chat room.
   
On the third day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 3 error
messages, 2 pieces of junk mail, and a jerk cursing in a chat room.
   
On the fourth day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 4 idiots at
tech help, 3 error messages, 2 pieces of junk mail, and a jerk cursing in a
chat  room.
   
On the fifth day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 5 web crashes,
4 idiots at tech help, 3 error messages, 2 pieces of junk mail, and a jerk
cursing in a chat room.
   
On the sixth day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 6
disconnections, 5 web crashes, 4 idiots at tech help, 3 error messages, 2 pieces of junk
mail, and a jerk cursing in a chat room.
   
 On the seventh day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 7 frozen
IMs, 6 disconnections, 5 web crashes, 4 idiots at tech help, 3 error
messages, 2  pieces of junk mail, and a jerk cursing in a chat room.
   
On the eight day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 8 hours of
busy signals, 7 frozen IMs, 6 disconnections, 5 web crashes, 4 idiots at tech
help, 3 error messages, 2 pieces of junk mail, and a jerk
cursing in a chat room.
   
On the ninth day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 9 frozen chat
rooms, 8 hours of busy signals, 7 frozen IMs, 6 disconnections, 5 web
crashes, 4 idiots at tech help, 3 error messages, 2 pieces of junk mail, and
a jerk cursing in a chat room.
   
On the tenth day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 10 hours
without mail, 9 frozen chat rooms, 8 hours of busy signals, 7 frozen
IMs, 6 disconnections, 5 web crashes, 4 idiots at tech help, 3 error
messages, 2 pieces of junk mail, and a jerk cursing in a chat room.
   
On the eleventh day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 11 channels
not working, 10 hours without mail, 9 frozen chat rooms, 8 hours
of busy signals, 7 frozen IMs, 6 disconnections, 5 web crashes, 4
idiots at tech help, 3 error messages, 2 pieces of junk mail, and a jerk cursing
in a chat room.
   
On the twelveth day of AOL those Bozos gave to me, 12 reasons
to cancel, 11 channels not working, 10 hours without mail, 9
frozen chat rooms, 8 hours of busy signals, 7 frozen IMs, 6
disconnections, 5 web crashes, 4 idiots at tech help, 3 error messages, 2 pieces of
junk mail, and a jerk cursing in a chat room.


--

'Twas the night before Cat-mas and all through MY house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...(I ate it).
My kitty stocking was hung by the cat door with care,
In hopes that Santa Claws soon would be there;
The humans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While we cats in the darkness danced on their heads;
Big Owner in his "sleepy's", and me his loyal cat,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out in the 'hood there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to four paws to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Eating curtains and shades (I threw up the sash).
The street lamp outside shined eerily below,
Maybe two cats fighting?  Paw to paw, blow-by-blow?
No, wait!  What my sharp kitty eyes should detect,
But a miniature cat box, and that Devonshire Rex.
A little old driver, all hairy with paws,
I knew in an instant it must be Santa Claws.
More rapid than hairballs his coursers they came,
And he howled, he meowed, he called them by name;
"Now, BOMBAY! now, BIRMAN! RAGDOLL and BURMESE!

On, PIXIE-BOB! on KORAT!, on PERSIAN and SIAMESE!
To the top of the fence! To the top of the tree!
My felines are awaiting, they are all purring!"
As dry heaves that before the wild furballs fly,
When he meets with an obstacle, they jump to the sky,
So over my shingles the kitties they flew,
With the carriage full of cat morsels, and Santa Claws too.
With a turn of my ear, I heard on the roofpole
The scratching and clawing of each kitty's sole.
I drew in my head, and was spinning around,
When through the cat door Santa Claws did abound.
A long hair in fur, of course, from head to foot,
And his hairs were all shiny, well coiffured, nicely put.
A bundle of cat toys he had flung on his back,
You'd swear he was pedigree just him with his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled!  His whiskers how bold!
His cheek hairs so soft, his nose...oh, how cold!
He shed not a hair, each strand in its place
The most famous of all of the proud feline race.
The stump of some cat nip he held tight in his teeth,
Its aroma encircling his head like a wreath;
An imposing cat with the biggest belly in history,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of Friskies.
A grimalkin of breed, a right jolly old cat!
Did I say grimalkin, how could I think that!
A twitch of the whisker and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He mewed not a sound, but went straight to his work,
Filled my stockings with kitty treats; then turned with a
jerk,
And laying a talon aside of his nose,
After giving a nod, out the cat door he goes;
He sprang to his cat box, to his team gave "MEOW!"
And away they all flew, like the wind they did howl.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"MEOWY CAT-MAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
     -----Copyright 1999 Mark Mason All Rights Reserved


hehehe

LOL Zolt.  I actually have this on my IPod.  It's not Christamas to me until I hear this one song.  It makes me laugh everytime.  The local radio stations have been playing it less and less every year, so I took it upon myself to find and save for when I was ready for the Christmas mood to hit.  My other Christmas song is a rock ballad complete with electric guitars by an orchestra. (I can't remember the name, but it's awesome in my book.)

My other "self tradition" is watching Scrooge with Albert Finney.  (I usually save that one for the midnight wrapping binge on Christmas Eve.

sounds like maybe Trans Siberian Orchestra or Mannheim Steamroller?

Living where you do, Pescado, I can see why you don't relate to the song - you'd have no difficulty just going out and chopping down any old tree you fancied - if you wanted to, that it!

Even as a parody of a Christmas tune, it's still wayyyyy too much Christmas for me.

Bah Humbug!

I jst received my first Christmas card for this year!  Guess that means I shall have to send at least one!  If only my family were all on the Internet!  (E-cards are free and you don't have to buy stamps!)

I love this song. I have a tape (yes, I have had it that long) called Twisted Christmas with it on there. I play it every year, and it's the only Christmas music I actually choose to listen to.

Well, if you like it that much I'd suggest you get the kit to transfer it to your PC so you can burn it to a CD before your tape-deck packs up and you find they've stopped making them too!

That is my favorite song.. I havent been able find it in a long time  oh this is more appropriate for Pescado:

       Grinch Lyrics

You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch Lyrics



You're a mean one Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
And 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've got garlic in your soul,
Mr. Grinch!
I wouldn't touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch!
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile,
Mr. Grinch!
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile!
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!"
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!
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. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!

LOL. Yes that is a great one.

And I figure Pescado doesn't identify with the original song becasue he would never have a hard time rigging up any mere lighting.

hed have someone else do it and then laugh while the get electrocuted

Oh Kewian, prepare to be electrocuted soon...:). Now, when JMP can reach  your Sim-Me, it's easy...:).

Well, at least it'd be a change from having your lips ripped!  Variety is the spice of life so they say!

Well, I usually only play the tape once, possibly twice, a year, so it really doesn't get overplayed. You have a point though. I really should look into the kit. I also have a lot of very good old Blues albums on tape that I would be very upset if I lost them (can't seem to find CD versions).

Back to topic: Oh, well. I don't really have any more comments on the topic. Will someone else please re-jack this thread.

well..its too late you see..im nothing more than a smoldering pile  of ash from this morning

OK, I already hurried, and prepared your remembrance for the History, at the Made-Up section - perhaps you will get an amnesty...:).

I couldnt view it... paint shop is kaput

Kewian, you don't need a Paintshop to view the pictures. Just click on them, and you'll get a larger view.

You need the Paintshop only if you want to post a picture.

Not at SimFreaks revamped forum you don't!  Just browse your folders and put up whatever you want (at least, up to a certain limit)!  I was really impressed, as I've never been able to post pictures any other way!

Same here.  Twisted Christmas and Mannheim Steamroller are all I listen to anymore for Christmas music.  Usually while putting up the tree, then that's it.  Got burned out on Christmas music working at Radio Shack years ago when we had to play it constantly from the first of Nov. on.  Add in the constant music from the keyboards, the noise from a wide variety of electronic toys, etc. and you kind of get the picture.

BTW, my favorite song on that tape is 'The Restroom Door Said "Gentlemen"'.

Oh, yes. That one is hilarious. I also love 'Oh come all ye greatful deadheads' and 'There's something stuck up in the chimney'.

I like the Bob and Doug Mackenzie one...."on the first day of christmas my true love gave to me, a beer...in a tree."