Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Grandma got 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.

She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog.
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd forgot her medication,
and she staggered out the door into the snow.

When we found her Christmas mornin,'
at the scene of the attack.
She had hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.

Grandma got 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 were all so proud of Grandpa.
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' football,
drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.

It's not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
(Send them back)

Grandma got 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 the goose is on the table.
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle,
that would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.

I've warned all my friends and neighbors.
"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,
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.
(Sing it Grandpa)

Grandma got 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.

Merry Christmas

If I hear that fucking song one more time...

>>1
what a loss. will you recover from this fail?

    Grandma got 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.

    She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog.
    And we'd begged her not to go.
    But she'd forgot her medication,
    and she staggered out the door into the snow.

    When we found her Christmas mornin,'
    at the scene of the attack.
    She had hoof prints on her forehead,
    And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.

    Grandma got 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 were all so proud of Grandpa.
    He's been takin' this so well.
    See him in there watchin' football,
    drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.

    It's not Christmas without Grandma.
    All the family dressed in black.
    And we just can't help but wonder:
    Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
    (Send them back)

    (Post truncated.)

2 Name: Anonymous : 2007-12-25 20:04

    If I hear that fuc

    r from this fail?

4 Name: Anonymous : 2007-12-25 20:38



        Grandma got 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.

        She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog.
        And we'd begged her not to go.
        But she'd forgot her medication,
        and she staggered out the door into the snow.

        When we found her Christmas mornin,'
        at the scene of the attack.
        She had hoof prints on her forehead,

    (Post trunca

I remember when this song was new and the "Spice Girls" were the newest pop sensation. Damn, I'm old.

>>6
This song came out in 1979 and the Spice Girls were formed in 1994. In conclusion, you're full of shit.

>>7
This song came out in 1979
Huh. I thought it was actually older than that.

Old shit = plot to grab my attention as usual.

Spice girls were ran over by a raindeer.

>>9
Do you smell that, SFBE? That is the smell of inevitability...

My name is NEO.
*Flips over a train as it runs over a innocent piece of software*
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>>11
This post smells of RedCream.

>>13
This post smells of fagshit.

>>14
Go back to /b/, kid.

>>13,14,15
Samefag.

>>16
^* >>13-15

http://www.thewebcomiclist.com/o/8538

>>13,14,15,17,18
Samefagging again.

>>17
Nice samefagging, samefag.

>>19
^* >>13-15,17-18

>>19-20
Back to the imageboards, please.

>>13,14,15,17,18,21
Still samefagging.

>>22
Will you fuck off already!