December 17, 2004

• The Twelve Days of Christmas, redux  (reductio ad absurdum, actually)

  
  

  I will spare you all twelve verses–the last one  goes as follows:

  
  

   

  
  

  On the last day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

  
  

  Twelve Hummers rumbling,

  
  

  Eleven snipers sniping,

  
  

  Ten voyeurs peeping,

  
  

  Nine faggots prancing,

  
  

  Eight ‘tards a’drooling,

  
  

  Seven snowmen melting,

  
  

  Six crips a’gimping,

  
  

  Five yoyo strings!

  
  

  Four stinky turds,

  
  

  Three French whores,

  
  

  Two sur-GI-cal gloves,  and

  
  

  The latest Partridge Family CD!    

  
  

   

  
  

  (And yes, I wrote it myself.  I take full credit, responsibility, and blame.)                                                                                             

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