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A tribute to the story/song of Mr Grinch.


WARNING!!!
NOT FOR THOSE WHO HAVE A STRONG DISLIKING OF THE VULGAR/CRUDE

Basically, this is a really inappropriate song/poem/story.

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A summation of the real life story of Mr. Grinch.

You’re a b*****d, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a p***k.
You steal from little children,
And don’t even give a ********.
Mr. Gri-Inch.

You’re so despicable I just might,
Hire a private hit.

You’re a bad one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are unclean.
You look like a palm tree,
And you smell like an Iraqi.
Mr. Gri-Inch.

I wouldn’t even touch you with a,
28-foot d***o.

You’re a dirty one, Mr. Grinch.
You make me want to reel.
Your clothes consist of tablecloths,
With moldy yellow spots.
Mr. Gri-Inch.

Your so nasty you cant even get a,
Date with Paris Hilton.

You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a douche.
You roll around in feces,
And give little old ladies hugs.
Mr. Gri-Inch.

Given the choice between the two I'd rather,
Hang myself with barbed wire.

You’re a ******** one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are disturbed.
You leave your condoms everywhere,
Even in school parking lots.
Mr. Gri-Inch

I’m so appalled I’m gonna go,
Organize a mob.

And coupled with your sick twisted sorry-a** life and b***h kicking habits, I have three more words to describe you: Sick. a**. ********!