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| IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 1:38 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00  | the day after Thanksgiving is usually the time that Christmas songs are in big supply so... O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! O night divine, the night when Christ was born; O night, O holy night, O night divine! O night, O holy night, O night divine! Led by the light of faith serenely beaming, With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand. O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming, Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land. The King of kings lay thus lowly manger; In all our trials born to be our friends. He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger, Behold your King! Before him lowly bend! Behold your King! Before him lowly bend! Truly He taught us to love one another, His law is love and His gospel is peace. Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother. And in his name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, With all our hearts we praise His holy name. Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we, His power and glory ever more proclaim! His power and glory ever more proclaim! ----- Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw him, you would even say it glows. All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names. They never let poor Rudolf play in any reindeer games. Then one foggy Christmas eve Santa came to say: "Rudolf with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then all the reindeer loved him as they shouted out with glee: "Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history!" ----- Hazy Shade Of Winter By: The Bangles Time, time, time See what's become of me Time, time, time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please Look around, leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the Salvation Army Band Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned, carry a cup in your hand Look around, leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hang onto your hopes, my friend That's an easy thing to say but if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend that you can build them again Look around, grass is high Fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life Seasons change with their scenery Weaving time in a tapestry Won't you stop and remember me Look around, leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Look around, leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground Look around, leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground Look around, leaves are brown There's a patch of snow on the ground  | ||||
| NASA | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 1:51 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 01 | Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight. Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia, Christ the Savior is born! Christ the Savior is born. Silent night, holy night! Son of God love's pure light. Radiant beams from Thy holy face With dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus Lord, at Thy birth. Jesus Lord, at Thy birth  GodBlessAmerica. | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 2:19 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | quote: Ughhh "sigh"... Don't tell me you cross your legs too. Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with... Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you Where is Santa at his sleigh? Tell me why is it always this way? Where is Rudolph? Where is Blitzen, baby? Merry Christmas, merry merry merry Christmas All the children are tucked in their beds Sugar-plum fairies dancing in their heads Snowball fighting, it's so exciting baby I love you and you love me And that's the way it's got to be I loved you from the start 'Cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's heart  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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| IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 2:24 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00 | quote:Only when I want to fend off advances | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 2:49 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | When I was small I believed in Santa Clause Though I knew it was my dad And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas Open my presents and I'd be glad But the last time I played Father Christmas I stood outside a department store A gang of kids came over and mugged me And knocked my reindeer to the floor They said: "Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys. We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over We want your bread so don't make us annoyed Give all the toys to the little rich boys "Don't give my brother a real trashy outfit Don't give my sister a cuddly toy We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money We only want the real McCoy "Father Christmas, give us some money We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys "But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one He's got lots of mouths to feed But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun So I can scare all the kids down the street "Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over Give all the toys to the little rich boys Have yourself a merry merry Christmas Have yourself a good time But remember the kids who got nothin' While you're drinkin' down your wine "Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed "Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over Give all the toys to the little rich boys  This space for sale. | ||||
| IrishAlkey Chucky Official OA.com Homo CUNT ROCKETTE Look who's laughing now, fuckers!!! Is It In Yet? JYD-4-LIFE [Sarcasm]Subzero316 fan since day one!!1!![/Sarcasm] "my mod powers are on temporary hiatus" This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 3:38 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Aug. 01 | In the silly Middle East No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus They have different religious beliefs They believe in Muhammad And not in our holiday And so every December I go to the Middle East and say, "Hey there Mr. Muslim Merry fucking Christmas Put down that book the Koran And hear some holiday wishes. In case you haven't noticed It's Jesus's birthday. So get off your heathen Muslim ass and fucking celebrate." There is no holiday season in India I've heard They don't hang up their stockings And that is just absurd! They've never read a Christmas story. They don't know what Rudolph is about And that is why in December I'll go to India and shout, "Hey there Mr. Hinduist Merry fucking Christmas Drink eggnog and eat some beef And pass it to the missus. In case you haven't noticed It's Jesus's birthday So get off your heathen Hindu ass and fucking celebrate!" Now I heard that in Japan Everyone just lives in sin They pray to several gods And put needles in their skin. On December 25th All they do is eat a cake And that is why I go to Japan And walk around and say, "Hey there Mr. Shintoist Merry fucking Christmas God is going to kick your ass You infidelic pagan scum. In case you haven't noticed There's festive things to do So lets all rejoice for Jesus And Merry fucking Christmas to you." On Christmas day I travel `round the world and say, "Taoists, Krishnas, Buddhists, and all you atheists too, Merry Fucking Christmas, To You!" (Clapping) Thank you Mr. hat  | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 9:23 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | Author: Dr. Seuss 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'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 crockodile. 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: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot 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 nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse. Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce.  Graduated from the now-closed Brokenjaw school for newbies | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 5:43 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Performed By Satan, The Dark Prince Satan: Well I tell you what, Maybe we'll have ourselves a little Christmas, right here. C'mon everyone, gather `round! String up the lights and light up the tree We're going to make some revelry Spirits are high, so I can tell It's Christmas time in hell! Demons are nicer as you pass them by There's lots of demon toys to buy The snow is falling and all is well It's Christmas time in hell! There goes Jeffery Dahmer, With a festive Christmas ham After he has sex with it, He'll eat up all he can. And there goes John F. Kennedy Caroling with his son Reunited for the holidays God bless us, everyone! Everybody has a happy glow Let's dance in blood and pretend its snow Even Mao Tse-Tung is under the spell It's Christmas time in hell! Adolf, here's a present for you. Hitler: Oh? O Tannenbaum! Satan: Yes, O Tannenbaum! God cast me down from Heaven's door To rule in hell for evermore But now I'm kinda glad that I fell 'Cause It's Christmas time in hell! Here's a rack to hang the stockings on We still have to shop for Genghis Kahn! Michael Landon's hair looks swell! It's Christmas time in hell! There's Princess Diana Holding burning mistletoe Over poor Gene Siskel's head Just watch his weenie grow! For one day we all stop burning And the flames are not so thick All the screaming and the torture stops As we wait for old Saint Nick! So string up the lights and light up the tree We're damned for all eternity But for just one day all is well It's Christmas time in hell! We've got to toast together, and make it quick! We've gotta make room for Andy Dick. Wake his mother and ring the bell It's Christmas time... (Christmas time... Christmas time... Christmas time...) Christmas time... (Christmas time... Christmas time... Christmas time...) It's Christmas time in hell! Merry Christmas Rooming House!  | ||||
| HydratedPeach So... how did you get your spiffy new status? Age-Challenged Sexual Tension Relief Worker | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 7:53 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jul. 01 | And I don't know what it is, But it's been there all night long. Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night But he never came and it don't seem right. And there's something in the chimney And it doesn't make a sound, But I wish you Merry Christmas. There's something stuck up in the chimney And I don't know what it is, But it's been there all week long. Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue And we don't know what we're going to do. Cause there's something in the chimney And it doesn't move around, And it's been a week since Christmas. There's something stuck up in the chimney And I don't know what it is, But it's been there all month long. Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace. That there's something in the chimney And it doesn't talk at all, And it's been there since last Christmas. There's something stuck up in the chimney And I don't know what it is, But it's been there all year long. I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year But my brother says, "He's already here." And he's stuck up in the chimney And he doesn't say a word And he'll be there every Christmas. And we'll have him every Christmas.  HydratedPeach Don't just stare at me...EAT ME. | ||||
| Kim | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 9:32 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | All I Want Is You This Christmas Snowy night Where it's warm here by the fire Here with you (here with you) I have all that I desire It's been a long year But somehow we got by Now it's Christmas Eve And love is on our side I don't need a hundred gifts beneath the tree (the tree) Don't you know the best thing you could give to me? Nothing else will do All I want is you this Christmas (This Christmas this Christmas) Children sing (Children sing) Christmas carols at our door (yeah, yeah, yeah) Spreading joy (Spreading joy) That's what Christmas time is for Though we don't have much You've got me and I've got you And with a little faith Miracles come true! I don't want the love of any other girl I want only one thing in this whole wide world Nothing else will do All I want is you this Christmas (this Christmas, this Christmas) Cheek to cheek The lights are low A kiss beneath the mistletoe Your face lit by the fire's glow That's all I want tonight Nothing else will do All I want is you this Christmas  | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 9:43 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | The elves are dressed in leather And the angels are in chains (Christmas with the Devil) The sugar plums are rancid And the stockings are in flames (Christmas with the Devil) There's a demon in my belly And a gremlin in my brain There's someone up the chimney hole And Satan is his name The rats ate all the presents And the reindeer ran away (Christmas with the Devil) There'll be no Father Christmas 'Cause it's Evils holiday (Christmas with the Devil) No bells in Hell No snow below- Silent Night, Violent Night So come all ye unfaithful Don't be left out in the cold You don't need no invitation, no... Your ticket is your soul This space for sale. | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 11-23-2001 @ 9:50 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | The snow's coming down I'm watching it fall Lots of people around Baby please come home The church bells in town All singing in song Full of happy sounds Baby please come home Chorus: They're singing "Deck The Halls" But it's not like Christmas at all Cuz I remember when you were here And all the fun we had last year Pretty lights on the tree I'm watching them shine You should be here with me Baby please come home chorus If there was a way I'd hold back this tear But it's Christmas day Please Please Please Please Baby please come home Graduated from the now-closed Brokenjaw school for newbies | ||||
| kindredbabe | posted on 11-24-2001 @ 4:19 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 01 | Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house Christmas eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. She'd been drinking too much egg nog, And we'd begged her not to go, But she forgot her medication, And she staggered out the door into the snow. When they found her Christmas morning, At the scene of the attack, She had hoof prints on her forehead, And incriminating claws marks on her back. Grandma go run over by a reindeer, Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now we're all so proud of Grandpa, He's been taking this so well, See him in there watching football, Drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel. It's not Christmas without Grandma, All the family's dressed in black, And we just can't help but wonder, Should we open up her gifts or send them back? Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house Christmas eve, You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Now the goose is on the table, And the pudding made of pig, And the blue and silver candle, That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig. I've warned all my friends and neighbours, Better watch out for yourselves, They should never give a license, To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves. Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house, Christmas eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Grandma got run over by a reindeer, Walking home from our house, Christmas eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, But as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Merry Christmas!  | ||||
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