Post by femalefeline80 on Dec 23, 2006 11:28:48 GMT -6
The Twelve Days of Christmas
DAY ONE:
Dearest John,
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge in a
pear tree. What a thoroughly delightful gift. I couldn't have been more
surprised.
With deepest love and affection,
Violet
DAY TWO:
Dearest John,
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine? Two
turtle doves!! I'm delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are
just too adorable.
My everlasting love,
Violet
DAY THREE:
My Dear John,
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one! Now I actually must protest. I
don't deserve such generosity-three French hens! They are just
darling, but I must insist-you've been too, too kind.
All my love,
Violet
DAY FOUR:
Dear John,
Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really they ARE
beautiful. But don't you think enough is enough? You are just being
too romantic.
Love,
Violet
DAY FIVE:
Dear John,
What a marvellous surprise! Today the postman delivered five gold
rings. One for every finger. You're just impossible, but I love it.
To tell you the truth, all these birds really squawk a lot and are getting on
my nerves.
Affectionately,
Violet
DAY SIX:
John,
Today the postman knocked and ran. When I opened the door there were
actually six geese-a-laying on my front steps. So, you're back on the
birds again. Those geese are huge! Where in the name of creation will
I keep them? The neighbours are complaining, rightfully so, and it is
impossible to sleep through this racket.
Now let this be the end of this.
Cordially,
Violet
DAY SEVEN:
John,
What the hell's with you and these flipping birds?!? Seven
swans-a-swimming? What kind of joke is this? There's bird shit
all over the house and they never stop with the racket.
Stop with this sadistic nonsense. This is not funny and I am very
unhappy.
Sincerely,
Violet
DAY EIGHT:
OK Pal ! !
WHAT IN THE SCREAMING HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH EIGHT MAIDS-A-MILKING?
I THINK I PREFER THE FRIGGING BIRDS! THE MAIDS-A-MILKING HAD TO BRING THEIR FLIPPING
COWS. THERE IS COW SHIT ALL OVER MY LAWN
AND BIRD SHIT ALL OVER THE HOUSE. I CANNOT MOVE MY FEET.
JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, SMARTASS.
DAY NINE:
LISTEN SHITHEAD ! !
YOU'RE A SADISTIC BASTARD! NOW I HAVE NINE PIPERS PIPING IN MY FRONT
YARD AND THEY ARE STANDING KNEE DEEP IN COW SHIT. THIS AFTER CHASING
THOSE MAIDS ALL NIGHT LONG. CONSEQUENTLY, UPSETTING THE COWS TO THE
POINT THAT THEY ARE STEPPING ALL OVER THOSE SCREECHING BIRDS.
THE NEIGHBOURS HAVE STARTED A PETITION TO EVICT ME.
UP YOURS ! ! !
DAY TEN:
YOU ROTTEN PRICK ! ! !
NOW THERE'S TEN LADIES DANCING. I DON'T KNOW WHY I CALL THOSE SLUTS
"LADIES". THEY'VE BEEN BALLING THOSE PIPERS ALL NIGHT LONG.
NOW THE COWS CAN'T SLEEP AND THEY'VE GOT DIARRHEA! EVERYTHING
HAS TURNED TO A RIVER OF SHIT ! !
THE COMMISSIONER OF ZONING AND THE BUILDING INSPECTOR HAVE SUBPOENAED
ME TO GIVE JUST CAUSE WHY MY HOME SHOULDN'T BE CONDEMNED.
I'M CALLING THE POLICE ! !
I MEAN IT. BY GOD !
DAY ELEVEN:
LISTEN DICKHEAD ! ! ! !
NEVER IN MY WILDEST IMAGINATION DID I EVER THINK THAT I WOULD BE
WITNESS TO ELEVEN LORDS-A-LEAPING ON THAT MANY MAIDS AND "LADIES."
THEY TOOK THOSE BROADS LIKE GRANT TOOK RICHMOND-- AND THEY WILL NEVER
WALK EXACTLY RIGHT AGAIN. I WASN'T THE ONLY WITNESS, BY THE WAY.
THE "60 MINUTES" CAMERA CREW AND STAFF ARE JUST NOW LOADING UP THEIR
CAMERA AND EQUIPMENT ON A CHARTERED PLANE AND ARE RACING AGAINST TIME
TO HAVE THE FIRST CHRISTMAS SPECIAL ON PAY TV.
FOR THE RECORD, ALL 23 OF THOSE FRIGGING BIRDS ARE DEAD. THEY WERE
TRAMPLED TO DEATH IN THE ORGY. AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, SOMEHOW, SOME
DAY, I'LL GET YOU ! ! ! !
I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE!
MISS VIOLET MONICA HABERSHAN
DAY TWELVE:
LAW OFFICES GOLDSTEIN, SILVERBERG AND O'REILLY
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge receipt of your latest gift of twelve drummers
drumming, which you have seen fit to inflict upon our client, Miss
Violet Monica Habershan.
The destruction, of course, was total. All correspondence should come
to our attention. If you should attempt to reach Miss Habershan at the
Charter Glade Sanitarium, the attendants have been instructed to shoot
you on sight!
With this letter, please find attached a warrant for your arrest.
DAY ONE:
Dearest John,
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge in a
pear tree. What a thoroughly delightful gift. I couldn't have been more
surprised.
With deepest love and affection,
Violet
DAY TWO:
Dearest John,
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine? Two
turtle doves!! I'm delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are
just too adorable.
My everlasting love,
Violet
DAY THREE:
My Dear John,
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one! Now I actually must protest. I
don't deserve such generosity-three French hens! They are just
darling, but I must insist-you've been too, too kind.
All my love,
Violet
DAY FOUR:
Dear John,
Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really they ARE
beautiful. But don't you think enough is enough? You are just being
too romantic.
Love,
Violet
DAY FIVE:
Dear John,
What a marvellous surprise! Today the postman delivered five gold
rings. One for every finger. You're just impossible, but I love it.
To tell you the truth, all these birds really squawk a lot and are getting on
my nerves.
Affectionately,
Violet
DAY SIX:
John,
Today the postman knocked and ran. When I opened the door there were
actually six geese-a-laying on my front steps. So, you're back on the
birds again. Those geese are huge! Where in the name of creation will
I keep them? The neighbours are complaining, rightfully so, and it is
impossible to sleep through this racket.
Now let this be the end of this.
Cordially,
Violet
DAY SEVEN:
John,
What the hell's with you and these flipping birds?!? Seven
swans-a-swimming? What kind of joke is this? There's bird shit
all over the house and they never stop with the racket.
Stop with this sadistic nonsense. This is not funny and I am very
unhappy.
Sincerely,
Violet
DAY EIGHT:
OK Pal ! !
WHAT IN THE SCREAMING HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH EIGHT MAIDS-A-MILKING?
I THINK I PREFER THE FRIGGING BIRDS! THE MAIDS-A-MILKING HAD TO BRING THEIR FLIPPING
COWS. THERE IS COW SHIT ALL OVER MY LAWN
AND BIRD SHIT ALL OVER THE HOUSE. I CANNOT MOVE MY FEET.
JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, SMARTASS.
DAY NINE:
LISTEN SHITHEAD ! !
YOU'RE A SADISTIC BASTARD! NOW I HAVE NINE PIPERS PIPING IN MY FRONT
YARD AND THEY ARE STANDING KNEE DEEP IN COW SHIT. THIS AFTER CHASING
THOSE MAIDS ALL NIGHT LONG. CONSEQUENTLY, UPSETTING THE COWS TO THE
POINT THAT THEY ARE STEPPING ALL OVER THOSE SCREECHING BIRDS.
THE NEIGHBOURS HAVE STARTED A PETITION TO EVICT ME.
UP YOURS ! ! !
DAY TEN:
YOU ROTTEN PRICK ! ! !
NOW THERE'S TEN LADIES DANCING. I DON'T KNOW WHY I CALL THOSE SLUTS
"LADIES". THEY'VE BEEN BALLING THOSE PIPERS ALL NIGHT LONG.
NOW THE COWS CAN'T SLEEP AND THEY'VE GOT DIARRHEA! EVERYTHING
HAS TURNED TO A RIVER OF SHIT ! !
THE COMMISSIONER OF ZONING AND THE BUILDING INSPECTOR HAVE SUBPOENAED
ME TO GIVE JUST CAUSE WHY MY HOME SHOULDN'T BE CONDEMNED.
I'M CALLING THE POLICE ! !
I MEAN IT. BY GOD !
DAY ELEVEN:
LISTEN DICKHEAD ! ! ! !
NEVER IN MY WILDEST IMAGINATION DID I EVER THINK THAT I WOULD BE
WITNESS TO ELEVEN LORDS-A-LEAPING ON THAT MANY MAIDS AND "LADIES."
THEY TOOK THOSE BROADS LIKE GRANT TOOK RICHMOND-- AND THEY WILL NEVER
WALK EXACTLY RIGHT AGAIN. I WASN'T THE ONLY WITNESS, BY THE WAY.
THE "60 MINUTES" CAMERA CREW AND STAFF ARE JUST NOW LOADING UP THEIR
CAMERA AND EQUIPMENT ON A CHARTERED PLANE AND ARE RACING AGAINST TIME
TO HAVE THE FIRST CHRISTMAS SPECIAL ON PAY TV.
FOR THE RECORD, ALL 23 OF THOSE FRIGGING BIRDS ARE DEAD. THEY WERE
TRAMPLED TO DEATH IN THE ORGY. AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, SOMEHOW, SOME
DAY, I'LL GET YOU ! ! ! !
I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE!
MISS VIOLET MONICA HABERSHAN
DAY TWELVE:
LAW OFFICES GOLDSTEIN, SILVERBERG AND O'REILLY
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge receipt of your latest gift of twelve drummers
drumming, which you have seen fit to inflict upon our client, Miss
Violet Monica Habershan.
The destruction, of course, was total. All correspondence should come
to our attention. If you should attempt to reach Miss Habershan at the
Charter Glade Sanitarium, the attendants have been instructed to shoot
you on sight!
With this letter, please find attached a warrant for your arrest.