A weird weird weird song

Hello everybody, did you miss me. (sound of everybody saying "no") Anyway, I am now going to tell (or type) you why I didn't add anything to this blog yesterday

Reason 1. I was at a place that doesn't have internet.
Reason 2. I was playing a fun game called Portal.
Reason 3. I was sleeping
or
Reason 4. All of the above

P.S It was reason 2
P.P.S the cake is a lie
P.P.P.S That's from Portal the game I was just talking (typing) about.

The Plot of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Four children enter a magical world through a wardorobe and become kings and queens before returning to their own time. (The reason why this is all I'm writing is because I'm a bicycle.. (I'm too tired))

Hello and welcome from the not-enough-time-in-a-day planet where I never have enough time to work on this blog. Fortunately, I left that planet and am now adding to this blog. (or else I'm dreaming) Now I will official start The Narnia Newsletter. But first due to a lack of requests I will give you a random moral. "Elvis lives on, in our hearts, in his music, and in a trailer park in South Carolina. Anyway, here is (drum roll please) The Narnia Newsletter!!! The newsletter for all your new Narnia needs! (I love saying (or typing) that.)


Part 1: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe characters


Peter: The oldest and bravest of the four. gifts: A magic sword and shield

Susan: The second oldest and the most "adult like" of the children. gifts: A magic bow a magic horn and a magic quiver

Edmund: The traitor in the group who later repented (unless your watching a Narnia play in St. Albert where Maugrim is a cat Edmund gets a gift and a white stag runs through every scene) gifts: none

Lucy: The youngest and the first one to enter Narnia. Gifts: A dagger and a cordial

Aslan: The son of the Emperor Beyond the Sea, he was killed by the white witch and later brought back to life by the deeper magic. well that's all for tonight.

It's time for: Guess the Christmas Song. The time when you guess the Christmas song. Here they are.

1) To sum forth the entire assembly loyal in their belief !

2) We listen to messengers of harmonious sounds!

3) Nocturnal times pan of unbroken quietness!

4) Small Judean municipality, southeast of Jerusalem!

5) Our auditory mechanisms perceive their voices at the zenith!

6) Diminutive masculine master of skin covered cylinders!

7) May blessings grant respite to ecstatic personages of male gender!

8) Venture forth and voice from a specific alpine geological formation!

9) The first person nominative plural of a triumvirate of Oriental potentates!

10) Nocturnal awe of the time span characterized by religiosity!

11) Distant from the present locale in a device devoted to animal alimentation!

12) The initial commemoration of divine incarnation!

13) It occurred during the nocturnal point equidistant between crepuscular periods of non-precipitous weather!

14) A troche of ocean-going vehicles was apparent to me!

15) Felicitations to Sol's third major satellite!

16) Do not prevent the crystallization of hydrogen hydroxide forming precipitate from the atmosphere! 17) Apply an ecologic visually aesthetic improvement to interior causeways!

18) The metallic hemispherical percussion instruments stimulated my auditory nerves at the incarnation feast!

19) During the vigilance of custodians of ruminants of the genus ovis!

20) I shall return to the sites of my domicile for the celebration of divine nativity!

Here's your two songs for today

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

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

sandwichWith arsenic sauce.

Song Two

The 12 Days Of Christmas (For the politically correct)

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my

Significant Other in a consenting adult, monogamous relationship gave to

me:

TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,'

ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of

members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in

their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note),

TEN melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal

ruling class system leaping,

NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,

EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products

from enslaved Bovine-Americans,

SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,

SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,

FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration,

(NOTE after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throwred paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and partridge

have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid furtherAnimal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has beenrevised.)

FOUR hours of recorded whale songs

THREE deconstructionist poets

TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses

AND a Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.

P.S Merry Christmas to one and all (and all and all and all and.....)

I'm late again!!

Thank you for not coming over here and yelling at me. Here's four songs. (again two for today two for yesterday)

Six White Boomers

Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kanga-roo
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo

Spoken:
Mummy, where's my mummy, they've taken her a-way
We'll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh

Sung:
Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped
But they had'nt gone far when Santa stopped
Un-harnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers .. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet
Into one popped Joey, feeling quite OK
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers .. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Joey said to Santa "Santa, what about the toys Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys" "They've all got their presents son, we were here last night This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight"

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers .. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar
Slow down there, cried Santa, it can't be far
Come up on my lap son, and have a look around
There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers .. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had
Curled up in mother's pouch all snug and glad
The last they saw was Santa headed northward from the sun
The only year the boomers worked a double run

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers .. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Song number two. (finally a Canadian one)

Bob and Doug MacKenzie's 12 Days of Christmas

Intro
Bob: Ok g'day. This is the Christmas part of the album, you can play this at your Christmas partys uh, or to yourself on Christmas eve if there is nothing else to do
Doug: G'day eh? in case you thought like I wasn't on this part.
Bob: Oh i guaranty ya, you'd be on.

Ok so good day, this is the Christmas part, and we're gonna tell ya what to get your true love for Christmas.
Doug: Look out the window!
bob: Where? Whaddya doin?
Doug:Snow!
Bob: Oh it's the great white north, and it's snowin cuz its Christmas time.Hey, hoser! heres a quiz.. quiz for Doug:
Doug: Ok, I got my thinking toque on!
Bob: Yeah, right. What are the 12 days of Christmas?
Doug: Um.
Bob: Cuz figure it out , right? Christmas is when?
Doug: The 25th.
Bob: Right, well whats the 24th? Christmas eve, right.
Doug: That's 2.
Bob: Then , whats after that?
Doug: Wrestling day
Bob: No.
Doug: Boxing day.
Bob: That's 3. Then whats after that? Nothing'.
Doug: New years.
Bob: 4.
Doug: New years eve.
Bob: 5. Where do ya get 12?
Doug: Uh... there's 2 saturdays and sundays in there , 4. That's 9 and 3 other days which i believe are the mystery days.

Ok, this is our Christmas song, in case ya don't know what to get someone for Christmas.
Doug: Theres lots of ideas in here, so listen and don't get stuck. By the way , that's me on the organ.
Bob: Ok geeze.
Doug: Ok, you start.

Song Lyrics
Bob: Ok, on the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me.. beer.

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... 2 turtlenecks, and beer.

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me.. 3 french toast, 2 turtlenecks, and beer.

There should be more there, eh?
Where?

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me.. 4lbs of backbacon, 3 french toast, 2 turtlenecks, and beer..... in a tree.
Oh. See? ya need more.

On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..5 GOLDEN TOQUES! 4lbs of backbacon, 3 french toast,2 turtlenecks, and beer in a tree.

On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me.. 6 packs of two-four. 5 GOLDEN TOQUES! 4lbs of backbacon, 3 french toast, 2 turtlenecks,and beer in a tree.
Ok.

On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me.. 7 packs of smokes, 6 packs of two-four, 5 GOLDEN TOQUES! 4lbs of backbacon, 3 french toast, 2 turtlenecks,and beer in a tree.

oh, i keep forgettin'.

whew, this should be just the 2 days of xmas, this is too hard for us!

On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me.. 8 comic books, 7 packs of smokes,6 packs of two-four, 5 GOLDEN TOQUES!4lbs of backbacon,3 french toast,2 turtlenecks,and beer in a tree.
Wow,That beers empty

(Music keeps going)

Day 12.

G'day and welcome to day 12.
Yeah.

5 GOLDEN TOQUES!4lbs of backbacon,3 french toast,2 turtlenecks,and beer in a tre-e.
Where did you learn to do that?
Uh, Albums.
Boy, so thats our song merry Christmas, and g'day.
G'day everybody. Happy new years.
Ok, ya know what ya left out?
What?
Donuts. I told you to get me donuts.
Oh no!
Either on the 9th day, or the 10th day or the 11th day. I wanted donuts.
The song is over merry Christmas everybody, or the 12th you coulda gotten me a dozen donuts.
Go to the stores and get some presents. You coulda gone down to the donut shop where you buy a dozen donuts, you get another donut free. Then it coulda been 13 for the 13 days of Christmas.
Next Christmas, get me a chainsaw.
Take off!
Boy that song was a beauty.. it moved me.
Yah , it ranks up there with stairway to heaven.
What?

Song three

A Chipmunk Christmas

All right you Chipmunks! Ready to sing your song?

I'll say we are!

Yeah!

Let's sing it now!

Okay, Simon?

Okay!

Okay, Theodore?

Okay!

Okay, Alvin? Alvin? ALVIN!

OKAY!!!

Christmas, Christmas time is near,

Time for toys and time for cheer,

We've been good, but we can't last

Hurry Christmas, hurry fast,

Want a plane that loops the loop,

Me, I want a hula hoop,

We can hardly stand the wait,

Please Christmas, don't be late.

Okay fellas, get ready.

That was very good,

Simon.

Naturally.

Very good Theodore.

Ahkhkhkh.

Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it.

Ah, Alvin? Alvin. ALVIN!

OKAY!!!

Want a plane that loops the loop,

I still want a hula hoop,

We can hardly stand the wait,

Please Christmas, don't be late.

We can hardly stand the wait,

Please Christmas, don't be late.

Very good, boys.

Let's sing it again!

Yeah, let's sing it again!

No, That's enough, let's not overdo it.

What do you mean not overdo it?Overdo it?

We want to sing it again!

Now wait a minute, boys ...Why can't we sing it again?

Song four.

I'm gettin' Nuttin' for Christmas

Chorus:
Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas
Mommy and Daddy are mad.
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas'
Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.

I broke my bat on Johnny's head;

Somebody snitched on me.

I hid a frog in sister's bed;

Somebody snitched on me.

I spilled some ink on Mommy's rug;

I made Tommy eat a bug;

Bought some gum with a penny slug;

Somebody snitched on me.

Chorus:

Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas

Mommy and Daddy are mad.

I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas'

Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.

So you better be good whatever you do,

'Cause if you're bad, I'm warning you,

You'll get nuttin' for Christmas!

I put a tack on teacher's chair,

Somebody snitched on me.

I tied a knot in Susie's hair,

Somebody snitched on me.

I did a dance on Mommy's plants,

Climbed a tree and tore my pants,

Filled the sugar bowl with ants,

Somebody snitched on me.

Chorus:

So, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas

Mommy and Daddy are mad.

I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas

'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.

So you better be good whatever you do,

'Cause if you're bad, I'm warning you,

You'll get nuttin' for Christmas!

I won't be seeing Santa Claus;

Somebody snitched on me.

He won't come visit me because

Somebody snitched on me.

Next year I'll be going straight;

Next year I'll be good, just wait

I'd start now, but it's too late;

Somebody snitched on me.

Chorus:

Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas

Mommy and Daddy are mad.

I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas

'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.

So you better be good whatever you do,

'Cause if you're bad, I'm warning you,

You'll get nuttin' for Christmas!