[Mike O]

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Mikey . . . did you have to resurface so close to Christmas.
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.

When will you go back under your rock and stop playing your Twisted Sister 8-track at full blast in old folk homes parking lots while eating cheetoz nekkid and reading Sargent Fury comic books with boogerz stuck to the pages?

Mike O + Internet Forum = Mike O ran out of lotion