Grinch Sayings in 2025

Stupid. Ugly. Out of date. This is ridiculous. If I can’t find something nice to wear I’m not going.

4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one. 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me. I can’t cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.

Oh, the Who-manity.

4:00, wallow in self-pity; 4:30, stare into te abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me—I can’t cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked

Yes, Whoville is great, that is known far and wide and three weeks through December, this place hits its stride. Yes, the Whos down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot. But the Grinch, in his cave north of Whoville, did not.

One man’s toxic sludge is another man’s potpourri.

Today was great! We did mean things, and we did them in style.

I could use a little social interaction.

I don’t need anything more for Christmas than this right here. My family.

And he, he himself…the Grinch…carved the roast-beast!

Tomorrow is Christmas. It’s practically here!

Am I just eating because I’m bored?

What’s that stench? It’s fantastic

Sorry, I can’t hear you. I don’t speak ridiculous.

Kids today. So desensitized by movies and television.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.

Cheer up, dude. It’s Christmas.

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? That’s what it’s always been about. Gifts, gifts… gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts! You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I’m saying? In your garbage. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump. And the avarice. The avarice never ends! ‘I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue.’ Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season i