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Random thoughts.
Concerning the Twelve Days of Christmas.
Okay. On the first day, your true love gives you a partridge in a pear tree. Cool. Interesting gift, but.. cool enough.
Second day, your true love gives you two turtle doves... okay... AND ANOTHER PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE. So after the second day, you have two turtle doves, and two partridges in two pear trees.
This could get awkward.
This idiotic 'true love' continues in this vein...
So by the end of the twelve days of Christmas... You have the following
Twelve drummers drumming,
Twenty-two pipers piping,
Thirty lords a-leaping,
Thirty-six ladies dancing,
Forty maids a-milking,
Forty-two swans a-swimming,
Forty-two geese a-laying,
Foooortyyyyy gooooolden riiiiiiiiiiiiings...
Thirty-six calling birds,
Thirty French hens,
Twenty-two turtle doves...
AND TWELVE PARTRIDGES IN TWEEELVE PEAAR TREEES...
Okay, wow, either you live on a farm, or your true love thinks you have a bird fetish.
Besides, you'd have to sell off all the golden rings, and probably a good chunk of the goose eggs and birds and stuff to pay all the maids, ladies, lords, pipers, drummers, etc....
All in all... Your true love is a LUNATIC.
That is all, thank you.
Okay. On the first day, your true love gives you a partridge in a pear tree. Cool. Interesting gift, but.. cool enough.
Second day, your true love gives you two turtle doves... okay... AND ANOTHER PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE. So after the second day, you have two turtle doves, and two partridges in two pear trees.
This could get awkward.
This idiotic 'true love' continues in this vein...
So by the end of the twelve days of Christmas... You have the following
Twelve drummers drumming,
Twenty-two pipers piping,
Thirty lords a-leaping,
Thirty-six ladies dancing,
Forty maids a-milking,
Forty-two swans a-swimming,
Forty-two geese a-laying,
Foooortyyyyy gooooolden riiiiiiiiiiiiings...
Thirty-six calling birds,
Thirty French hens,
Twenty-two turtle doves...
AND TWELVE PARTRIDGES IN TWEEELVE PEAAR TREEES...
Okay, wow, either you live on a farm, or your true love thinks you have a bird fetish.
Besides, you'd have to sell off all the golden rings, and probably a good chunk of the goose eggs and birds and stuff to pay all the maids, ladies, lords, pipers, drummers, etc....
All in all... Your true love is a LUNATIC.
That is all, thank you.
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You know that this means your true love is a stalker and you should clearly get a restraining order.