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Sing it if you dare…

On the first day of Christmas, my family gave to me, a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the second day of Christmas, my family gave to me, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the third day of Christmas, my family gave to me, three dirty footprints, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my family gave to me, four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my family gave to me, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my family gave to me, six stinky shoes, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a- aun-dry.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my family gave to me seven arguments.  Six stinky shoes, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the eight day of Christmas, my family gave to me eight soured towels.  Seven arguments, six stinky shoes, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my family gave to me nine empty cups.  Eight soured towels, seven arguments, six stinky shoes, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my family gave to me ten new grey hairs.  Nine empty cups, eight soured towels, seven arguments, six stinky shoes, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my family gave to me eleven crushed goldfish.  Ten new grey hairs, nine empty cups, eight soured towels, seven arguments, six stinky shoes, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big pile of la-a-aun-dry.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my family gave to me twelve wrinkled shirts.  Eleven crushed goldfish, ten new grey hairs, nine empty cups, eight soured towels, seven arguments, six stinky shoes, five phones that ring.  Four piles of mail, three screaming fits, two sinks of dishes and a big…pile….of….la-a-aun-dry!!!

Whew.  I need to go lie down.   -Al


 


Comments

01/25/2017 3:05am

This post is totally describe how to celebrate the Christmas event with family. Every day become a very beautiful and save your memory. All the people is totally happy and nothing to skip any moment of your life.

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03/13/2017 11:26am

Fantastic article written here by the writer. Truly, one of the most magnificent articles of the last decade. I can't believe I have just come across this now. It doesnot matter to me, though.

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