OK, there is no way that fat old man can deliver presents to every house in every country on the globe in one night. He has to be the mother of all multis.
Not even a boatload of elves can explain his accomplishment. Besides the pointed ear little crits don't have the concentration.
An I am getting tired of the reindeer dropping on my keyboard.
Game number(s):
Just be because he doen't play games doesn't mean that he isn't a multi.
Comments: He is the only member with a North Pole flag. Furthermore, I am really tired of tha Ho, Ho, Ho jelly belly laugh.
OK, there is no way that fat old man can deliver presents to every house in every country on the globe in one night. He has to be the mother of all multis.
Not even a boatload of elves can explain his accomplishment. Besides the pointed ear little crits don't have the concentration.
An I am getting tired of the reindeer dropping on my keyboard.
Game number(s):
Just be because he doen't play games doesn't mean that he isn't a multi.
Comments: He is the only member with a North Pole flag. Furthermore, I am really tired of tha Ho, Ho, Ho jelly belly laugh.
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,
You're a heart of dead tomato washed with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkrauten toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous (super not?),
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked horse, 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, and I quote,
