christmas

If there really were 12 days of christmas and everyday you got something as well as one more of everything you got the day before then i would be pissed off if i waited all year to end up with 12 fuckin partridges in those pear trees. first of all who gives pear trees for christmas, thats a bitch to wrap. i live in an apartment and have nowhere to put all those fuckin trees and birds. the five golden rings i could get used to but 8 maids a milkin? what kind of shit is that. that means every day after you get an extra 8 maids a milkin. you would have 40 maids a milkin, and what are these whores milking exactly. dont fuckin get me started on those drummers a drummin. you cant hit snooze that morning- oh no youre stuck with these ass holes making all this damn noise while by which time you will also have 22 pipers a pipin. thats terrible. you run into the kitchen to get away from them and you run into a bunch of whores milkin shit, and somewhere in the house you have to make space for 30 lords a leapin. which im still trying to figure out who these faggot ass lords are and why the hell do they to leap. in the end if you add up the geese and the doves and swans and the partridges and all that shit- you will have a house with 165 birds. 165 fuckin birds shitting everywere half those bastards cant even fly which means they are bound to get squashed by the lords a leapin. so you are gonna have dozens of dead birds with drummers and the dancers and the pipers and those fucking maids and all this was given to you by your true love. true love? who is this bitch and tell her ass to get me a uhaul cuz im moving out of this shit hole.