2009 was a very big year for pretty much anything from scandals, the inauguration of this country's first African-American president to the death of the King of Pop and the recently deceased Hollywood actress Brittany Murphy. So as I was planning on Christmas content for this blog, I decided what an unique way to celebrate the holidays and close a year of mayhem by remixing "The Twelve Days of Christmas" my way. It goes a little something like this:
(Guitar rift begins)
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six months without Michael Jackson (moment of silence)
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven downloadable Itunes songs
Six months without Michael Jackson (moment of silence)
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight miserable years with President Bush
Seven downloadable Itunes songs
Six months without Michael Jackson (moment of silence)
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine angry teabaggers
Eight miserable years with President Bush
Seven downloadable Itunes songs
Six months without Michael Jackson (moment of silence)
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me,
Ten political czars
Nine angry teabaggers
Eight miserable years with President Bush
Seven downloadable Itunes songs
Six months without Michael Jackson (moment of silence)
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven years of Google Mania
Ten political czars
Nine angry teabaggers
Eight miserable years with President Bush
Seven downloadable Itunes songs
Six months without Michael Jackson (moment of silence)
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve reasons to love LadyGaga
Eleven years of Google Mania
Ten political czars
Nine angry teabaggers
Eight miserable years with President Bush
Seven downloadable Itunes songs
Six months without Michael Jackson (moment of silence)
Five Tiger Wood mistresses,
Four tweets per minute,
Three dumb Kardashian sisters,
Two White House crashers,
And a copy of "Going Rogue" that I won't read!
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Thanks for the comment =} I live in central Kentucky.
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