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.

Erm...say there, Mr. Ocean, ah...might I ask you about those bloomer girls...er...ah...that is to say... Would you recommend tying antlers on their heads and turning them into reindeer?

Erm, ah NO, Spook, I have not heard anything but good about places up there. I just prefer places with chimneys, being a grinch, because it makes it easier to steal everything, even the last crumb of cheese...

Every Carver in Whoville liked carving a lot. "Trenches," "Laid Out," that's what was hot. But the Grinch of hardbooting sulked in his cave Saying, "Hear them all talk of the trenches they'll lay!" The Grinch hated Carvers, and liked them to sweat. He thought, "I can make them freestylers, I'll bet!" He sat through 12 vids, then looked up with a grin: "Why, this jibbing's as good as original sin!"

Give me the defective video player my dear. I'll fix it up there...then I'll bring it back here. Mr. Mogski, getting all of them are you? Erm...ah...you wouldn't happen to have a chimney, now would you?

grinchomorph

Whoville feed has Dr. Seuss channel uncensored has anyone tried the satellite dish to steal rhyming childrens programming from the ether? curses that Mike Meyers has a Cat in the Hat one coming out this holiday season must remember to drop in on him after the back-end royalties and secondary rights/syndication money comes in people those dishes go on the chimney, you know

Would...erm...would that hotel ahm... Would it happen to have a chimney, my boy?

High above Whoville.

The Grinch had been caught by this little Who carver Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold lager. She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why, "Why are you taking our Carving Board? WHY?" But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! "Why, my sweet little tart," the fake Santy Claus lied, "There's an edge on this board that won't bite on one side. "So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. "I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here." And his fib fooled the carver. Then he patted her head A