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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2002 12:53 am*I don't know if anyone has done this yet, but I thought I would do it cuz Im watching tom and Jerry*
Narrator: Twas the night before Christmas. . .
Censor: hold up.
Narrator: What? Who the heck are you.
Censor: I am the network censor. I am hear to make sure you keep this politically correct.
Narrator: Ok, but what did I do wrong
Censor: Well you cant say Christmas.
Narrator: But. . that The name of The poem and its for Christmas.
Censor: Sorry, but you still cant say it. Say Holiday instead as it can refer to any.
Narrator: Ok. Twas The night before Christmas, and all threw The house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Censor: Hold a sec.
Narrator: come on you cant find anything politically in correct about those lines.
Censor: Oh is that a challenge, but seriously. You cant say mouse.
Narrator: Ok, come on this is a joke. Did Bob put you up to this?
Censor: No I don’t know bob. But anyway sat animal. You cant be insensitive to animals.
Narrator: Fine. Not a creature was stirring not even an. . .come on that sounds stupid.
Censor: You know I say weather you keep your job or not.
Narrator: Fine. Not a creature was stirring not even an animal. With ma in Her kerchief, and I in my cap.
Censor: Ahem
Narrator: Jesus.
Censor: Hay don’t say Jesus. Not everyone celebrates it like that.
Narrator: Ok just tell me what The heck was wrong that time.
Censorship: you ant say Ma in Her kerchief. Feminist will think that you are indicating that women are suppose to be wearing kerchief.
Narrator: So what do I say?
Censor: Say flannels.
Narrator: Flannels. . .ooook. With ma in Her flannels and I in my cap. We just settle down for a long winters nape. The children were nestled all sung in their beds. . .
Censor: What
Narrator: Im just waiting to see what crazy thing you want me to change.
Censor: No your good.
Narrator: Ok then I go on. While visions of sugar plumbs danced in their heads.
Censor: HOLD The phone. Look you cant promote sweets
Narrator: Oh give me a break.
Censor: Look since the McDonalds thing you have to make sure you say just how fatning things are.
Narrator: I am not . . .
Censor: Paycheck
Narrator: While visions of sugar plumbs danced in their heads. Just to let you know that sugar plumbs are fatning, because The contain sugar. Yes sugar.
Censor: Good go on.
Narrator: Sun of a. .
Censor: What was that
Narrator: Nothing. You know what forget it. I know this is messed up. Look you cant be politically correct all The time.
Censor: Well you better try
Narrator: Look you don’t get it. I don’t want to be politically correct, I want to read a Christmas poem.
Censor: Don’t say Christmas, say Holiday.
Narrator: NO. I CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS. That it, I am going to kick your but.
Censor: Uh. ..(runs away)
Narrator: (Chases after him) And to all a good night you lackey of The corpret machine!
<p>Sometimes when I se squirls I feel the urge to kill. . .is that wrong?</p>
Narrator: Twas the night before Christmas. . .
Censor: hold up.
Narrator: What? Who the heck are you.
Censor: I am the network censor. I am hear to make sure you keep this politically correct.
Narrator: Ok, but what did I do wrong
Censor: Well you cant say Christmas.
Narrator: But. . that The name of The poem and its for Christmas.
Censor: Sorry, but you still cant say it. Say Holiday instead as it can refer to any.
Narrator: Ok. Twas The night before Christmas, and all threw The house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Censor: Hold a sec.
Narrator: come on you cant find anything politically in correct about those lines.
Censor: Oh is that a challenge, but seriously. You cant say mouse.
Narrator: Ok, come on this is a joke. Did Bob put you up to this?
Censor: No I don’t know bob. But anyway sat animal. You cant be insensitive to animals.
Narrator: Fine. Not a creature was stirring not even an. . .come on that sounds stupid.
Censor: You know I say weather you keep your job or not.
Narrator: Fine. Not a creature was stirring not even an animal. With ma in Her kerchief, and I in my cap.
Censor: Ahem
Narrator: Jesus.
Censor: Hay don’t say Jesus. Not everyone celebrates it like that.
Narrator: Ok just tell me what The heck was wrong that time.
Censorship: you ant say Ma in Her kerchief. Feminist will think that you are indicating that women are suppose to be wearing kerchief.
Narrator: So what do I say?
Censor: Say flannels.
Narrator: Flannels. . .ooook. With ma in Her flannels and I in my cap. We just settle down for a long winters nape. The children were nestled all sung in their beds. . .
Censor: What
Narrator: Im just waiting to see what crazy thing you want me to change.
Censor: No your good.
Narrator: Ok then I go on. While visions of sugar plumbs danced in their heads.
Censor: HOLD The phone. Look you cant promote sweets
Narrator: Oh give me a break.
Censor: Look since the McDonalds thing you have to make sure you say just how fatning things are.
Narrator: I am not . . .
Censor: Paycheck
Narrator: While visions of sugar plumbs danced in their heads. Just to let you know that sugar plumbs are fatning, because The contain sugar. Yes sugar.
Censor: Good go on.
Narrator: Sun of a. .
Censor: What was that
Narrator: Nothing. You know what forget it. I know this is messed up. Look you cant be politically correct all The time.
Censor: Well you better try
Narrator: Look you don’t get it. I don’t want to be politically correct, I want to read a Christmas poem.
Censor: Don’t say Christmas, say Holiday.
Narrator: NO. I CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS. That it, I am going to kick your but.
Censor: Uh. ..(runs away)
Narrator: (Chases after him) And to all a good night you lackey of The corpret machine!
<p>Sometimes when I se squirls I feel the urge to kill. . .is that wrong?</p>
at: 2/24/03 5:35:09 pm
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at: 6/10/05 18:18