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Last Rizzmas lyrics

    Last Rizzmas, I gave you my gyatt
    But the very next day, you got Fanum taxed.
    This year, to save me from mewing,
    I'll give it to someone rizzful.
    Last Rizzmas, I gave you my gyatt
    But the very next day (Very next day), you rizzed it away (You rizzed it away)
    This year, to save me from Fanum tax
    I'll give it to someone sigma (Sigma)
    Last Rizzmas, I rizzed up your gyatt
    But the very next day, you mewed it to Kai Cenat
    This year, to save me from Fanum tax
    I'll give it to someone sigma (Sigma)
    LASTTT RIZZMASSSS ๐Ÿค“ ๐Ÿ˜ฉ ๐Ÿฅต
    I GAVE YOUUUU MY GYATTTTT ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ˜
    BUT THE VERYY NEXT DAY I GOT FANUM TAXXEDDDD ๐Ÿ˜ญ ๐Ÿš•
    THIS YEARRRR
    TO SAVE ME FROM MEWWINNGGGG ๐Ÿฅด ๐Ÿฑ
    ILL GIVE IT TO SOMEONE RIZZFULL ๐ŸŒ

    i don’t gyatt a lot for chrizzmas

    Rizzrecords i don't gyatt a lot for chrizzmas lyrics
    I don't gyatt a lot for Chrizzmas
    There is just one skibidi
    Someone fanum tax the toilet
    Cause Kai Cenat has to pee
    I'm more a sigma than you know
    I only edge in Ohio
    I saw Speed there too
    All I gyatt for Chrizzmas
    Is you
    I don't gyatt a lot for Chrizzmas
    There is just one skibidi
    Someone fanum tax the toilet
    Cause Kai Cenat has to pee
    I don't need to mew and lock in
    Just for chat to see I'm based
    Mr Beast won't give me Lunchly
    With the prime on Chrizzmas Day
    I'm more sigma than you know
    I only edge in Ohio
    I saw Speed there too
    All I gyatt for Chrizzmas
    Is you... you chat

    12 days of Rizzmas

    On the first day of Rizzmas, my Diddy gave to me A Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the second day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the third day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the fourth day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the fifth day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the sixth day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Six glizzies glazing, Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the seventh day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Seven simps-a-simping, Six glizzies glazing, Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the eighth day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Eight edging sessions, Seven simps-a-simping, Six glizzies glazing, Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the ninth day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Nine Moggers mogging, Eight edging sessions, Seven simps-a-simping, Six glizzies glazing, Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the tenth day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Ten Gyats-a-shaking, Nine Moggers mogging, Eight edging sessions, Seven simps-a-simping, Six glizzies glazing, Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the eleventh day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Eleven Fanums taxing, Ten Gyats-a-shaking, Nine Moggers mogging, Eight edging sessions, Seven simps-a-simping, Six glizzies glazing, Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    
    On the twelfth day of Rizzmas, my diddy gave to me Twelve Diddys draking, Eleven Fanums taxing, Ten Gyats-a-shaking, Nine Moggers mogging, Eight edging sessions, Seven simps-a-simping, Six glizzies glazing, Five Skibidis! Four feining feins, Three fine shyts, Two Hawk Tuahs, And a Lunchly from Mr. Beast.
    

    I owed a friend ยฃ22.91 for an Uber.

      Ken Change story of "I owed a friend ยฃ22.91 for an Uber.
I transferred them ยฃ22.19 by accident."

      Created by Ken Cheng, a comedian on LinkedIn, its a circlejerk story meant to poke fun at the hustler mentality of most LinkedIn users.

      I owed a friend ยฃ22.91 for an Uber.
      
      I transferred them ยฃ22.19 by accident.
      
      They never brought it up.
      
      Nobody would bring up 72p.
      
      I did it on purpose. 
      
      I've been doing it for years.
      
      Every time I have to transfer someone money, I "accidentally" leave off a bit.
      
      I call it the Plausible Deniability Typo.
      
      ยฃ24.37 instead of ยฃ24.73.
      ยฃ9.38 instead of ยฃ9.83.
      ยฃ3.46 instead of ยฃ3.64.
      
      Sometimes if I'm feeling really risky, I'll do ยฃ18.54 instead of ยฃ19.54.
      
      They'd look like a complete tool to quibble over this.
      
      Instead, they are a tool in a different way.
      
      A tool for me to get to the top.
      
      I've probably made ยฃ100 over 5 years.

      I hate Saurus

        By u/Ashyn, its a hate rant on the Saurus species from the Warhammer universe.

        I hate saurus. I hate them. I hate their lizard faces. I hate their clubs. I hate their sticks. I hate when the sticks are next to the clubs and I hate when the clubs are next to the sticks. I hate that Kroq-gar pulls 2280 of them out of his scaly asshole and then descends on me like a Vogon at a poetry convention.
        
        I hate the Saurus auto-resolve meter. I hate it because it lies to me. It says I have a 50-50 chance of victory. This is patently false, because I have twenty units of skeletons who are held together with prit stik and prayer. I do not have twenty units of eight foot tall geckos constructed out of pectoral muscles and galvanised coffin nails.
        
        I hate that they shout bok at me. Bok is the Bristol Orienteering Klub, which is completely irrelevant to a battle in Lustria and should not be shouted repeatedly while eating a rank of tier one infantry like buffalo wings.
        
        I hate their morale. I hate that surrounding them simply prompts one of them to pull out a US general's helmet so he can make a speech about 'now we can attack in any direction'. I hate that their reaction to a devastating rear attack is to become somewhat peeved. I have looked a Saurus in his smug scaly face as an encirclement that would shatter any other early game infantry closed in.
        
        He went from :I to >:I , killed an extra two hundred skeletons because I had foolishly allowed all four sides of the Saurus unit to fight at once and then swallowed my Liche Priest like a slim jim.
        
        I have resolved to shoot every Saurus dead. Every Saurus. All of the Saurmen and the Saurdren too. I hate them. I no longer see battlefields because they're covered by a thick blanket of arrow trails. I hate that it barely stops them. I hate that they keep coming while shouting about the Bristol orienteering klub, or the Bank of Oklahoma or the 1983 Bok asteroid. I hate that they made me google bok so I could write down ways in which I hate things that have it as a name. Bok is also a lunar crater and a martian crater. It is also a village in Iran. The IATA code for Brookings Airport is Bok. I will never go there because it would give me palpitations.
        
        I hate that Kroq Gar is friends with the Rare Pepe next door, who also declares war once I've shot Kroq Gar unconscious for the tenth time. He also has Saurus only these ones are blue. Somehow this is worse.
        
        I hate that there are another ten Lizard factions. I hate that they will be in end game by the time I reach them. I hate that while I was writing this Kroq Gar picked up Kalida and smoked her like a cigar.
        
        I hate Saurus.

        I think I fucked upโ€ฆ (Balatro at casino)

          Guys, the other day I was playing at a casino, you know, using all my +18 Balatro gambling skills, as Pegi advertises, but it was weird.
          
          First there were no bosses, second I was playing with other players (since when Balatro has multiplayer?), and finally, everyone was using the same deck, and neither a fancy one, I kept asking for a Yellow Deck, but everyone was like โ€œWhy do you keep asking for 10 dollars? Do we look like a bank?โ€
          
          Anyway, things go well, and I keep winning chips, some folks were confused that my chips keep growing when I was not even โ€œbettingโ€ (I donโ€™t even know what that means. They keep saying you needed to take chips and put in some kind of hot pot? Sounded they either eat chips or smoke it, which sound horrible and stupid.).
          
          The problem was, I was becoming bored of playing the same basic hands, so at some point I had enough, and put in the table a Banana, Ramen, a dice, a heartstone and some half-eaten popcorn. I pulled a booster pack, picked a polychrome ace heart card and used four death cards to make a Five Flush. I know, I know, not very optimal, I should have kidnapped four burger kings and a mime.
          
          So suddenly, everyone is screaming at me for being a cheater, even though I keep telling my hand was a legit hand as I learned in Balatro, the gambling teacher game for adults, the casino refuses to me to pay me my money I won fair and just (Heck, is only 2 dollars for my two hands. I donโ€™t why they keep counting nervously my trillion chips and sobbing half-way everytime I ask for my money), and now guys in black suits and dark glasses keep chasing me and keep repeating something something about โ€œLevel 3 reality threatโ€. What do I do? I just want to play Balatro, but they keep hijacking my internet and backseating me into playing flushes, is a fucking nightmare.

          Throwing Shoe at George Bush Day

            On this day in PISStory, according to DICKipediaโ€ฆ "On 1๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ DICKcember ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ˜‚ 2008 โœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸŽฑ , Iraqi ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ journalist ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ“ฐโœ๏ธ Muntadhar al-Zaidi removed his shoes ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘ž and YEETED THOSE THANGS ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ at US ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿคข presidussy ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคช George W ๐Ÿ‘™๐ŸฆตBUSH๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿซข !โ€ผ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธ!!" ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿง“๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ‘ž Take a lesson ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ’ญ from Mr. al-ZADDY ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ todayโ€ฆ if someone's ๐Ÿง“๐Ÿปgiving you and your homies ๐Ÿ‘ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ a tough time ๐Ÿ˜ก, hit em with the the โœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ขFOOTWEAR OF JUSTICE!โœŠ๏ธ!๐Ÿ‘ข!๐Ÿฉดโ€ผ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธ Send this to your shoe-clad ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘กcomrades ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ in the fight against fascism ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ. Get none ๐Ÿ”™ and you're sucking old Georgie's toesies!๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿคฎ Get ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ– ๐Ÿ”™ and you wield๐Ÿคบโš”๏ธ LA CHANCLA PODEROSA๐Ÿฉดโš–๏ธโœŠ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธ either wayโ€ฆ FREE PALESTINE!! ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ ๐Ÿ‰ ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‰ ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‰ ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ 

            Boston Tea Party anniversary

              Life ๐Ÿ’‹ liberty ๐ŸŽ‰ and the pursuit of CUNTness ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆโœจ ๐Ÿ’‹โœจ๐Ÿซ– The OG tea ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต spill was on ๐ŸŽ‰โœจ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’… 12/16/1773 ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ‘€ when some mASSHOLES ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐ŸŒˆ said "No taxes ๐Ÿ’ธโŒ, no tyranny ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ”ฅ!" and yeeted that tea ๐Ÿต๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ’… right overboard โ›ต๐Ÿƒ they served Boston Harbor realness ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’„โœจand there was no milk ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ they said King Georgeโ‰๏ธ we donโ€™t know her ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ‘‘โŒ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ”ฅ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’… Fast-forward โฉ๐Ÿ•’ to today ๐Ÿ—“๏ธ๐Ÿ“… 12/16/24 and baby ๐Ÿ˜โœจ we queens ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ’‹ are still spilling tea ๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿทlike itโ€™s brunch ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿณโœจ It was ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ† a revolution ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ for bottoms ๐Ÿ‘โœจ and Boston alike ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ No taxation ๐Ÿค‘โŒ, only serving ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿนโœ… a side of Daddy Issues ๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ’” ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ‘‘ Tea Party FOREVER ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ‘‘ Send this to 10 GAYtriots ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆif you get none back youโ€™ll get tea bags ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿ‘ flyinโ€™ in your face ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ฆif you get 5 back your tea ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต will be SPILLED ๐Ÿ’ฆ if you get 10 back your whigs will be SNATCHED ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ”ฅif you get 15 back youโ€™ll RECLAIM your HERSTORY ๐Ÿ“œโœจ ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ