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    Twelve Returns of Christmas
    On the day after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Two days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    A used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Three days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    returning
    A used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Four days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Five days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Six days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    Demanding refunds!
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    A week after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    Yelling to wake the dead!
    Demanding refunds!
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Eight days after Christmas,
    An SC returned to me...
    Getting the cops called!
    Yelling to wake the dead!
    Demanding refunds!
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Nine days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    says he knows the boss!
    Getting the cops called!
    Yelling to wake the dead!
    Demanding refunds!
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Ten days after Christmas,
    An SC returned to me...
    Cutting in the line!
    says he knows the boss!
    Getting the cops called!
    Yelling to wake the dead!
    Demanding refunds!
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Eleven days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    With Managers all on break,
    Cutting in the line!
    says he knows the boss!
    Getting the cops called!
    Yelling to wake the dead!
    Demanding refunds!
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!

    Twelve days after Christmas,
    an SC returned to me...
    His kids in the car!
    With Managers all on break,
    Cutting in the line!
    says he knows the boss!
    Getting the cops called!
    Yelling to wake the dead!
    Demanding refunds!
    With, no receipt!
    Smelling of booze,
    returning
    a used toaster,
    wearing a motley crue t-shirt!


    Yeah, it kind of fell apart on me. Too many changes as I was writing it, but as they say around this time of year, it's the thought that counts!
    Last edited by terakhan; 12-17-2010, 11:47 AM.
    Something kind of sad about the way that things have come to be.
    Desensitized to everything, what became of subtlety?

  • #2
    On the twelfth day of Christmas, I saw all this at my bar....

    Twelve grannies flashing,
    Eleven neglected children,
    Ten sports fans fighting,
    Nine entrees sent back,
    Eight bogo coupons,
    Seven shitty tippers,
    Six dine and dashers,
    Fiiiiive passed out drunks.....
    Four fake ID's,
    Three walkouts,
    Two drug deals,
    And a douchebag who wanted everything for free.....




    Alternate (some would say better) version....

    On the twelfth day of Christmas, I drank all this at the bar:

    Twelve ice cold beers,
    Eleven dry martinis,
    Ten Irish car bombs,
    Nine whiskey sours,
    Eight margaritas,
    Seven Seven and Sevens,
    Six hurricanes,
    Fiiiiive Gold-schlag-ers..........
    Four pina coladas,
    Three French wines,
    Two Jager shots,
    And an awesome rum that cost me fifty bucks!


    Alternate to the alternate....beer version!

    On the twelfth day of Christmas, I drank all this at the bar:

    Twelve ice cold Millers,
    Eleven frosty Buds,
    Ten Yuengling Lagers,
    Nine Left Hand Milk Stouts,
    Eight hefeweizens,
    Seven classic ambers,
    Six Belgians ales,
    Fiiiive Co-ro-nas,
    Four Red Stripes,
    Three pale ales,
    Two dopplebocks,
    And a Guinness tasting just like heaven would!

    "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
    Still A Customer."

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