It's the video that everybody's talking about! Ladies and gentlemen, as a very special bonus Christmas gift from me to you, it's the Christmas special of The Videogame Show What I've Done. From me to you, this bonus episode is provided free of charge, in the spirit of the season. How wonderful is that? Be sure to thank me.
Possibly the most amazing episode yet, I'm surprised I don't charge money for this stuff. At the very least, I don't know why Geoff Keighley hasn't taken me in as his ward and apprentice. What's up with that, Geoff? Have the bits of my hair that I sent not demonstrated my fealty? HAS IT NOT!?
Anyway, a very happy holiday, merry Christmas, and all those other weird celebrations that you like to do from yours truly. Have a good one!
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Congrats, you got a christmas one for the show what you've done for christmas time for your show what you've done in time for christmas for a special about christmas for the show what you've done christmas special.
Jim, this is clearly a rip off of my grandma. My grandma usually makes cookies, but because it's close to Christmas she's been making Christmas cookies. She was the first to come up with making Christmas versions of something that she usually makes. You've blatantly ripped her off.
These just keep getting worse and worse. The GoW episode was fucking hilarious. My friends and I still quote that one all the time. But it seems like he is putting less and less effort into these.
I'm going to destroy Christmas....AND YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME, JIM!
But til then, for your holiday pleasure I present you with Bob Rivers' song "A Visit from St. Nicholson"
thats JACK not BRAD.
-------------------
Twas’ the fright before Christmas
No one upset me
With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV
I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair.
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be there.
The children were lying awake without sleep
They’d seen all his movies; He gives them the creeps.
I’d cued up “Cuckoo’s Nest” with my trusty remote
To the part where he had all the nuts in the boat
When out in the yard, there arose such a noise
I turned off the TV to see what it was.
And what to my wandering eyes should approach
But the Los Angeles Lakers, and Pat Riley, their coach!
The limo was racing, the team at its heels
That’s when I saw him: the man at the wheel.
He ranted and cursed, and waved round his swizzel stick
And I knew in a second it must be Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott, and Kareem.
On Cooper, on Rambis, and the rest of the team.”
Down the chimney St. Nicholson came with a groan.
Then he brushed off the suit and said, “HONEY! I'M HOME!.”
He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat face and a flabby beer belly.
From too many trips to the bar and the deli.
He said, “Its tough when an actor becomes fat and lazy.
I only get calls to play weirdo’s and crazies.
And middle-aged has-been’s with washed up careers.
But I’ll fix them all and play Santa this year!”
And with that, he buried his head in the sack and said
“Lets see what you get from your old buddy Jack.
A hatchet for Daddy…” He reared back his head.
“To scare all those little buggers upstairs in bed.
And a stiff drink for mommy in a nice tall glass.
She could really use something to kill that bug up her chimney.”
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his face,
he threw all the stockings into the fireplace.
What could I do?
What could I say?
What would I wear on my feet Christmas day?
I asked for a reason,
and turning his head,
he looked straight at me,
and here’s what he said:
“Why? You wanna know why?
Do you REALLY wanna know why, pal?
I’ll tell you why.
When you’re out CHRISTMAS shopping.
You know, doing your little “CHRISTMAS” things.
With all your little CHRISTMAS friends.
Spreadin all that CHRISTMAS cheer,
with those stupid CHRISTMAS songs?
Did you ever stop and think of pickin up a little something for old Jack?
Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might like for Christmas?
You know, Jack. From the movies. UP on the big screen.
Pourin his heart out, givin it everything he’s got, day in and day out,
just tryin as hard as he can to bring a tiny little bit of sunshine
into your miserable little humdrum lives?
Did you ever think of good ole’ Jack? For a second?
NO! Not once! Maybe old Jack just wasn’t that good.
Maybe I wasn’t good enough in the Postman Always Rings Twice.
Acting my guts out for you in that one.
Cuckoo’s Nest, the Shining, Witches of frickin Eastwick,
Prizzi’s frickin Honor. All for you, Pal.
Just to brighten things up for you.
Not good enough though, is it?
No, you want me to brighten up the Christmas season too?
Isn’t that what you want, Pal?
Okay, lets make things real bright around here.
What do you say we decorate the tree?
String up these pretty lights here.
Oh, she’s looking brighter already.
What do you say we take this cute little angel
and ram her on the top branch, huh?
How about some gasoline for the whole thing?
I mean, lets make her just as bright as she can be.
What do you say we light her up
and chuck her through the old picture window here?
No point in having a tree as bright as all that
without giving the neighbors a chance to see, don’t you think?
There, aren’t you glad ole’ Jack stopped by?”
The flames towered brightly in the cold, wintry sky
As he made for his limo and bade his goodbye.
And an age may unfold 'ere I fail to regret
That visit from St. Nicholson, which I’d sooner forget.
But I swear by the goose bumps upon my skin
That I’ll always remember that devilish grin.
And his voice, crying out as he faded from sight,
“Merry Christmas to all,
and I hope I never see you again for as long as I live,
for crying out loud!”
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12:00 PM on 12.20.2009
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Merry Christmas Jim!
Jim Querdimarlo Sterling: Subverting your expectations (with a little help from uncle reg)
because Jesus
+1 for Al Roker
VIDEOGAMES!!!
I hope to god that Naked Kris Kringle doesn't come down mu chimney...
Silly Diverse, Santa is not buffed and muscular!
Sexy.
Also, i don't like Jesus.
Merry Christmas to you and all Dtoid staff
Sorry Jim.
Merry x'mas to all you lot, readers and staff of Dtoid bitches!!
But til then, for your holiday pleasure I present you with Bob Rivers' song "A Visit from St. Nicholson"
thats JACK not BRAD.
-------------------
Twas’ the fright before Christmas
No one upset me
With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV
I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair.
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be there.
The children were lying awake without sleep
They’d seen all his movies; He gives them the creeps.
I’d cued up “Cuckoo’s Nest” with my trusty remote
To the part where he had all the nuts in the boat
When out in the yard, there arose such a noise
I turned off the TV to see what it was.
And what to my wandering eyes should approach
But the Los Angeles Lakers, and Pat Riley, their coach!
The limo was racing, the team at its heels
That’s when I saw him: the man at the wheel.
He ranted and cursed, and waved round his swizzel stick
And I knew in a second it must be Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott, and Kareem.
On Cooper, on Rambis, and the rest of the team.”
Down the chimney St. Nicholson came with a groan.
Then he brushed off the suit and said, “HONEY! I'M HOME!.”
He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat face and a flabby beer belly.
From too many trips to the bar and the deli.
He said, “Its tough when an actor becomes fat and lazy.
I only get calls to play weirdo’s and crazies.
And middle-aged has-been’s with washed up careers.
But I’ll fix them all and play Santa this year!”
And with that, he buried his head in the sack and said
“Lets see what you get from your old buddy Jack.
A hatchet for Daddy…” He reared back his head.
“To scare all those little buggers upstairs in bed.
And a stiff drink for mommy in a nice tall glass.
She could really use something to kill that bug up her chimney.”
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his face,
he threw all the stockings into the fireplace.
What could I do?
What could I say?
What would I wear on my feet Christmas day?
I asked for a reason,
and turning his head,
he looked straight at me,
and here’s what he said:
“Why? You wanna know why?
Do you REALLY wanna know why, pal?
I’ll tell you why.
When you’re out CHRISTMAS shopping.
You know, doing your little “CHRISTMAS” things.
With all your little CHRISTMAS friends.
Spreadin all that CHRISTMAS cheer,
with those stupid CHRISTMAS songs?
Did you ever stop and think of pickin up a little something for old Jack?
Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might like for Christmas?
You know, Jack. From the movies. UP on the big screen.
Pourin his heart out, givin it everything he’s got, day in and day out,
just tryin as hard as he can to bring a tiny little bit of sunshine
into your miserable little humdrum lives?
Did you ever think of good ole’ Jack? For a second?
NO! Not once! Maybe old Jack just wasn’t that good.
Maybe I wasn’t good enough in the Postman Always Rings Twice.
Acting my guts out for you in that one.
Cuckoo’s Nest, the Shining, Witches of frickin Eastwick,
Prizzi’s frickin Honor. All for you, Pal.
Just to brighten things up for you.
Not good enough though, is it?
No, you want me to brighten up the Christmas season too?
Isn’t that what you want, Pal?
Okay, lets make things real bright around here.
What do you say we decorate the tree?
String up these pretty lights here.
Oh, she’s looking brighter already.
What do you say we take this cute little angel
and ram her on the top branch, huh?
How about some gasoline for the whole thing?
I mean, lets make her just as bright as she can be.
What do you say we light her up
and chuck her through the old picture window here?
No point in having a tree as bright as all that
without giving the neighbors a chance to see, don’t you think?
There, aren’t you glad ole’ Jack stopped by?”
The flames towered brightly in the cold, wintry sky
As he made for his limo and bade his goodbye.
And an age may unfold 'ere I fail to regret
That visit from St. Nicholson, which I’d sooner forget.
But I swear by the goose bumps upon my skin
That I’ll always remember that devilish grin.
And his voice, crying out as he faded from sight,
“Merry Christmas to all,
and I hope I never see you again for as long as I live,
for crying out loud!”
And Jesus can have every holiday if He wants!!!