Showing posts with label White House Crashers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White House Crashers. Show all posts
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!
(Guitar starts playing)
Someday, I will remember
What I was fighting for.
But nothing like this shit.
(Screaming) No, no, no!
Nothing like this.
Nothing like this.
Nothing like this shittttt.
(Guitar playing faster)
I've seen The Wedding Crashers so many times.
Hilarious movie.
But don't act like Vince Vaughn and Olsen Wilson in realllll lifeeeee.
(Long pause, guitar plays slowly)
Two dumb ass fools.
Media hoards nonetheless,
Ended up in the White House.
Yes the White House.
Wearing their Tuesday best.
Outsmarted the Secret Service
Yes, the freaking Secret Service man! (Screaming)
Dude, where is my national security?
(Deep voice) It's gone out the windowwwww.
Like the rest of this country.
(Guitar plays faster)
Like the rest of this country.
(Guitar plays faster)
So what, they did not do anything.
They just took pictures with the Washington elite,
And shook hands with President Obama.
They crashed the White House, no small feat.
And shook hands with President Obama.
They crashed the White House, no small feat.
Well they ruffled some feathers.
Creating all this unnecessary drama.
Exposed our lack of national intelligence
Creating all this unnecessary drama.
Exposed our lack of national intelligence
They are in deep shit now.
What if they planned to kill the president?
They were just inches away,
Oh wait, the critics did not think about that
Let these media hoards payyyyyyyyyyyyy. (Guitar rift ends)
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