Mr. Grinch

Hallo? Dear Mr. EnderZero sir, ahm. Might I suggest that it could be worth your while to visit one of the many barbershops that are so justly famous in Taiwan? If the rumours be true, then at such an establishment you might not only brush up against tonsorial excellence, but also...erm...you might even brush up against some tonsils.

None of you pale worms has seen real fighting until you've witnessed a Grinch, a true green meanie, work his magic in the square (sorry, we Grinches call things as we see them: it's not round, so I will not say "ring"). Do you fancy having a go at the likes of ME? I could open an XL can of whoop-ass on your soft pink human form. The Mr. Grinch for K1 champion! I'll come down the chimney and take it all...not just the belt, but Norika-chan and Eriko Sato too!

Erm...might I ask you all to squelch your puerile blathering? A Grinch doesn't have all the time in the world to follow such nonsense. Both ski-ing and snowboarding are execrable sports. I highly recommend sledding though. Anyone like to purchase a pair of slightly-used, tie-on antlers?

A smashing post. ^ bump! ^

I rather liked this post, I can tell you sir. Erm...nicely done, if I do say so myself! Siren, you, my bonnie lass, are welcome to visit my cave and wear the tie-on antlers any time you please.

You can find me, Mr. Grinch, browsing around down at Chimneys.com ... Highly recommended.

Every Carver down in Who-ville Liked Carving a lot... But the Grinch, Who lived just North of Who-ville, Did NOT! The Grinch hated Carving! The whole Carving season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that his plates weren't screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his boots were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all May have been that his board was two sizes too small. But, Whatever the reason, His board or his boots, He stood there on Carver's Eve, hating the Whos, Staring down from his

Dear Mr. _freak Might I propose the following design for your tattoo intended to depict the soul of snowboarding?

Mr. Migraine, I would like to obtain what you call a "U.S. VISA". Erm...does the immigration building have a chimney by any chance?

$844?! Egads. Erm...Mr. Ocean, have you reckoned on the possibility that the Donek building may have a chimney?

Well, as for myself... I prefer to bring along a spot of roast beast.

Would you consider using The Grinches?

Idle layabout or sniveling thief...either way you cut it, I love my work. If I had to imagine a horrible, boring job, it would be something like "Mayor of Whoville", or "Santa Claus". How I hate that municipal pride and seasonal good cheer!

My dear sir Mr. Jared, you are indeed the most charitable of gentlemen. However, erm...I do not wish to put too fine a point on it, but I am a member of the species grinchius maximus miserous. As such, I can neither accept gifts nor derive benefit from well-intentioned handouts...in a word, sir, I'd rather steal it! But thank you anyway. You are most solicitous.