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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

...And a monkey in a cherry tree.

The 12 days of Christmas starts the day after my birthday. Here's what a silly quiz thingy tells me to expect:

Twelve babies drumming

Eleven snowmen a-melting

Ten ice skaters a-leaping

Nine ladies baking cookies

Eight alpacas a-milking

Seven gingerbread men a-crumbling

Six Santas a-hohohoing

Five golden coins

Four calling bill collectors

Three French fries

Two diamond pinky rings

And a monkey in a cherry tree



Honestly, these are things I DO NOT need!

More babies? No thank you. Three mistakes were enough.
Alpaca milk? Is that where eggnog really comes from? Here I believed Dave Attell when he said it was Elf cum.
All those leaping ice skaters and no rifle? Why do you taunt me so?
Gingerbread and Snow men? I don't need any more crumby and/or drippy men in my life!
Those Santas... are they mocking me???
Bill collectors? I'm sure it'll be WAY more than 4 calling.
I could use the gold coins, but the mirror tells me to just say NO to more cookies and fries.
Pinky rings? First I'm a ho, now I'm a pimp?
A monkey in a cherry tree? GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

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