Dinosaur Christmas Quotes

It was high tide, and the sound of the waves coming in sounded like the breath of an enormous dinosaur. Round the lighthouse, on the opposite side to Snugs’ room, Mr andMrs Merryweather put down the blinds, and blew out the candle. They were very tired, and tomorrow was Christmas Eve on The Isle of Wight.

GOD. Sometimes I think there might be a god out there, and that every once in a while he tunes in to see what we're up to, and have a good laugh at how we like to dress him up in various costume. Robes, thorny crowns, yarmulkes and curls, saris and butt-hugging yoga pants. Male, female, a genderless reincarnation factory; a Mother Earth or a withholding Father Christmas. I would think it would amuse the hell out of him. That we're all idolaters, worshiping figments of our own creation who bear no resemblance to him. Maybe he's sitting in some alternate dimension somewhere, saying, 'Shit, I didn't even create the world! I was just cooking my dinner, not paying attention to the heat, and suddenly here was this big band and a few hours later, a bunch of dinosaurs...

So big Santy C said, "I'll leave a present, but this year his present might just be unpleasant".

It’s the dinosaur erotica you gifted me for Christmas. It’s opened my eyes to a whole new world of romance.

Kai Young, a secret romantic. Who would’ve thought?” “It’s the dinosaur erotica you gifted me for Christmas. It’s opened my eyes to a whole new world of romance.

If you were to condense Earth’s history into a single year, land-dwelling animals come onstage around December 1, and the dinosaurs don’t go extinct until the day after Christmas. Hominids start walking on two feet around 11:50 p.m. on New Year’s Eve, and recorded history begins a few nanoseconds before midnight. And

Rabbit's parents, lapsed Protestants, had managed to pass along the big-ticket ideas of Christianity, but practically speaking, Rabbit had learned Judeo-Christian history from the school of Indiana Jones. Bambi's mother taught him about loss, and he was too in love with dinosaurs to entertain the idea of a literal seven-day Creation schedule. Charlie Brown (or rather, Linus) told him the Christmas story; Jesus Christ Superstar covered the crucifixion. He did not regret his secular education. He may have been baptized Presbyterian, but music was his true religion.

Based on radiometric dating of zircon crystal found in Western Australia scientists put the age of the earth at 4.4 billion years, give or take a few million years. Knowing man, Homo sapiens came on earth sometime between 100 to 250 thousand years ago (give or take a few tens of thousands of years)! This fact is brought home with amazing resonance by psychologist Robert Ornstein and his co-author Paul Ehrlich in their book New World New Mind: “Suppose the earth’s history was charted on a single calendar year, with Jan. 1 representing the origin of the Earth and midnight December 31 the present. Then each day of the earths ‘year’ would represent 12 million years of actual history. On that scale the first form of life, a simple bacterium, would arise sometime in February. More complex forms, however, come much later; the first fishes appear around November 20. The dinosaurs arrive around December 10 and disappear on Christmas Day. The first of our ancestors recognizable as human would not show up until the afternoon of December 31. Homo sapiens—our species—would emerge around 11:45 P.M. All that has occurred in recorded history would occur in the final minute of the year.” As

My thirty-seven failed attempts plus my parents’ failed marriage equals one obvious conclusion: love died with the dinosaurs.

A long, lоng tіmе ago a lіttlе bоу wаѕ walking thrоugh a park. In the mіddlе of thе park, there was a trее wіth a ѕіgn on іt. Thе ѕіgn ѕаіd "I am a mаgіс trее. Say thе mаgіс words and you wіll ѕее." The bоу tried tо guеѕѕ the magic wоrdѕ. Hе tried аbrасаdаbrа, ѕuреrсаlіfrаgіlіѕtісеxріаlіdосіоuѕ, tаn-tа-rа, аnd mаnу mоrе... but none of thеm wоrkеd. Exhаuѕtеd, hе thrеw himself оn thе floor, ѕауіng: "Please, dеаr tree!" аnd ѕuddеnlу, a bіg door ореnеd іn the

trunk. Inѕіdе еvеrуthіng was dаrk, еxсерt for a ѕіgn whісh said: "Cаrrу оn wіth уоur magic." Thеn thе boy ѕаіd, "Thank уоu, dеаr trее!" Wіth this, the іnѕіdе оf thе trее lіt uр brіghtlу аnd rеvеаlеd a раthwау leading to a grеаt bіg ріlе оf tоуѕ and сhосоlаtе. Thе little boy brоught аll hіѕ friends tо thе mаgіс trее, and thеу hаd thе bеѕt раrtу еvеr. Thіѕ іѕ whу реорlе always say that "please" аnd "thаnk уоu" are the mаgіс wоrdѕ.

To Henry the white bundles looked like Christmas presents or huge smooth white rocks.

Why thanks", Santa said. "you're awfully kind... (Though they are a bit snug ... on my ample behind." "Don't worry," I told him, "you'll be all right... Besides you'll need them Christmas Eve night." So laying a finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight... "They've RIPPED! I knew these pants were too tight!

So we won’t get married in the Temple,” said Holly. “We’ll go to the courthouse. Maybe one day we’ll celebrate our celestial marriage here, with my family around us, blood and chosen. But in the meantime, we’ll make our own way.

Holly marveled at the feeling of fullness, how profound it was to be wrapped around this massive member as if she were wrapping paper and it was a Christmas present, the kind that was too big to fit in the back of the car so she had to drive with the trunk slightly open. 

He licked her as if she were the only source of dietary salt within a hundred kilometres.

Oh, shut up, Holly,” Thad spat. “I’m supposed to be skiing right now, but instead I have to rescue you from this… thing. This monster. I know you can be an idiot sometimes, but really? A lizard? What, is this some twisted Hallmark-movie shit? Home for the holidays, and the heroine falls in love with a fucking dinosaur?

She opened her mouth and sucked on the tip of his tongue. It tasted like the centre of a rare steak, metallic and savoury.

Is this okay?” Rocky whispered to her, a glorious fount of meat-breath that bathed her face in a delicate mist of saliva. “Yes,” whispered Holly. “Yes, it’s wonderful.

You gotta show people you believe in them,” he’d said to Holly’s mother Martha at the time. “It gives them the chance to rise to the occasion. And if they don’t, well, you can hold your head up high because you know you did what you could.