Next time I've got a spare forty-five minutes I feel like tossing in the trash I'll definitely watch that

THIRTY-EIGHT DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Cursed video thread?

THIRTY-SEVEN DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

^ damn that's the hardest post stumble i've seen since thedeadofnight made the public statement "clicks cluckett haha and then the hole thign with the right to design and fortunate to even respond with the letter"

IMO, if Garfield could learn the true meaning of Christmas, Grumpy Cat should have managed during her brief time on earth (rest in piss, forever our angle)

ok ill stop

merry christina aguileramas!

That would be best

THIRTY-SIX DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

hey... are you doing the thing that man did when thedeadofnight made his infamous post? what's it some kind of viral disease?

this is an aggressive thread so i thought id contribute with some key grumpcat memes.

what's the problem, too much cheer?

i laffed for like literally 15 minutes straight when i posted those memes

then i wept a little.

i'm talking about replying to the quote before actually quoting it

that's so early-00s internet it just about makes me want to pop open a game of Microsoft Mahjong!

oh

no i did it by mistake and then was too lazy to correct

I'm not gonna last until Christmas at this rate

I'm so mad at you all I don't know who to yell at next

Tyler:

You suck. Your threads are trash and so are you. Why did you think this would remain amusing for forty-three days? Your ideas are bad. Nobody likes you. Not even your own family. You will never feel the sense of belonging you so desperately yearn for because no one will ever want you. Your attention seeking behavior and public displays of self-pity are both embarrassing and futile. LIFE IS CRUEL AND TIME HEALS NOTHING. Try as you might, you will not change. The rapidity with which you move from action to regret has only increased, and will only continue to do so. You won't ever make up your mind. What has been shall be again. There is but one escape. Have heart. Come to. Give up.

nah this thread is great. these pug puppies approve!

i'm starting to think this thread may have been better suited for the storied Forum 9!

Don't you dare be nice to me in this thread

So none of you could post in it you mean?

only those of us so holy as to put money in the pockets of Daddy Phoria

You've got pretty eyes tho

Everybody's Paris, everybody's France
Everybody coming when they get the chance
Everybody's notion is to everybody's way
As everybody's lotion is to everybody's pain
Everybody waking in the morning in a trance
Forgotten dreams, nothing left to chance
Everybody flashes inner light
Everybody's darker who's been betrayed last night
Though not the point of view from which I get up out of bed
Stuffed inside the pillow, it's underneath my head
But it won't take me down today

Everybody found it, everybody sure
Then everybody found a little less, a little more
Everybody's nightmares are getting in the way
And everybody's schemes crumbling true today
Everybody's softer then they're letting on
Everybody's harder now that loneliness is gone
Not everybody's over yesterday
It's a spell we're under, keeps us caught up in its sway
While every day light, while every day long
Every day chasing through dark tunnels in this song
Where everybody's eyes and everybody's bust
Everybody's universe, everybody dust

Though not the point of view from which I get up out of bed
Stuffed inside the pillow, sideways in my head
Morning's still a game, there's no one really to blame for how I love you
Everybody's straight up running the same way
Everybody older even if you're born today
Everybody knows but I'm so confused
Every day anew and every night feeling used
When everyone's a piece in everybody's chain
There's right in losing and at least that much in gain
'Cause everybody finds that everybody flips
Today you're rushing, tomorrow just a drip
Could be anybody's black dog just outside the door, so
Everybody's right now could use a little more
Everybody's right here if you give 'em half a chance
Everybody's Paris, everybody's France

Everybody's gardens, everybody’s gates
Everybody's pusher's pushing everybody’s weight
Everybody's Paris, everybody's spring
Everybody feels the same way about a lot of things
Everybody's putting away the plates
Washing the glasses, seeing their face
Looking over my shoulder, everybody's there
I step into a doorway, I slip into a chair
I thought as we were walking you would offer me a line
The way a lover somehow does from time to time
But no

Everybody's flowers, love to be received
Held up to our noses, everybody's pleased
Everybody sees you, everybody smiles
Everybody's nails come out, everybody flies
Everybody circles, everybody bows
Everybody’s hands are held as long as it’s allowed
Above the chimneys, up above the clouds
Everybody's airplane is looking for the ground
Everybody’s in Paris, everybody's been seen
Everybody's been recognized when they're waking from a dream
Like the sunlight in the morning, the stars at night
Everybody feels just like me and everybody’s right

I thought as we were walking you would offer me a line
The way a lover somehow does from time to time
But no one takes comfort in lovers holding hands anymore

Everybody's gardens, everybody's gates
Everybody's pusher's pushing someone else's weight
Everybody's Paris, everybody's spring
Everybody feels the same way about a lot of things
Everybody's putting away the plates
Washing the glasses, seeing their face
Looking over my shoulder, everybody's there
I step into a doorway, I slip into a chair
Everybody's flowers, love to be received
Held up to our noses, everybody sneeze

[Dan Bejar]
Did I really mean to do this?
London and Rome feel sickeningly real
Not everybody's Paris
Where everybody wants to be a cat
Everybody's Paris
Everybody's France
Everybody thinks this wasn't anybody's last chance
Everybody wants
Everybody gets cigarettes

In a city of lights
In a city that lights up
Everybody wants to fall then get back up
But all around you the dead stack up
In everybody's Paris
Look, just go to the end of the road then you back up
A labouring angel needs a baby to be born
To a young man with a horn
In everybody's Paris
The ceiling fan looks like a plan for a sky designed
To cut you to shreds
To tear you to pieces
To tear you to pieces
To tear you to pieces
To cut you to shreds
To tear you to pieces
To cut you to shreds
To tear you to shreds
In everybody's Paris

It's your city of lights
It's your city that lights up
Everybody's Paris
Everybody's France
Everybody thinks this was everybody's last chance
To nameless, the named
The blameless dead apples
The last thing we need in this world
Is something to sing about
Everyone go right ahead, everyone shred
Love is good but love can be wielded
In everybody's Paris
Where everybody haunts a haunted house
Wherever you go, I wanted you there
Ten feet in the snow
An inch from the air in everybody's Paris
Everybody's Paris
Along the River Seine
Swore I would never do this to you again