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DawnFraggle
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On the first day of Christmas...
Dearest John:
I went to the door today and the postman delivered
a partridge in a pear tree. What a thoroughly
delightful gift. I couldn't have been more
surprised.
With deepest love and devotion ,Agnes
On the second day of Christmas...
Dearest John:
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift.
Just imagine two turtle doves. I'm just delighted
at your very thoughtful gift. They are just
adorable.
All my love, Agnes
On the third day of Christmas...
Dearest John:
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one. Now I really
must protest. I don't deserve such generosity,
Three French hens. They are just darling but I must
insist, you've been too kind.
Love, Agnes
On the fourth day of Christmas...
Dear John,
Today the postman delivered 4 calling birds. Now
really, they are beautiful but don't you think
enough is enough. You're being too romantic.
Affectionately, Agnes
On the fifth day of Christmas...
Dearest John:
What a surprise. Today the postman delivered 5
golden rings; one for every finger. You're just
impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those birds
squawking were beginning to get on my nerves.
All my love, Anges
On the sixth day of Christmas...
Dear John:
When I opened the door there were actually 6 geese
a-laying on my front steps. So, you're back to
the birds again, huh?Those geese are huge. Where
will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. Please stop.
Cordially, Agnes
On the seventh day of Christmas...
John:
What's with you and those crazy birds? 7 swans
a-swimming. What kind of terrible joke is this?
There's bird **** all over the house, and they
never stop with the racket. I can't sleep at
night and I'm a nervous wreck. It's not funny.
So stop sending me all these birds!
Sincerely, Agnes
On the eighth day of Christmas...
O.K. Buster:
I think I prefer the birds. What am I going to do
with 8 maids a-milking? It's not enough with all
those birds and 8 maids a-milking, but they had to
bring their cows! There is **** all over the lawn
and I can't move in my own house. Just lay off me,
smart ***.
Agnes
On the ninth day of Christmas...
Hey! ****head,
What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there's 9
pipers playing. And boy, do they play. They've
never stopped chasing those maids since they got
here yesterday morning. They cows are getting upset,
and they're stepping all over those screeching
birds. What am I going to do? The neighbors have
started a petition to evict me.
You'll get yours, Agnes
On the tenth day of Christmas...
You Rotten Sadist,
Now there's 10 ladies dancing. I don't know why I
call those ****s ladies. They've been messing with
those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't
sleep and they've got the diarrhea. My living
room is a river of ****. The Commissioner of
Buildings has subpoenaed me to give cause why this
building shouldn't be condemned.
I'm sicking the police on you.
One who means it.
On the eleventh day of Christmas...
Listen! Looser,
What's with the 11 lords a-leaping on those maids
and ladies. Some of those broads will never walk
again. Those pipers ran through the maids and
have been committing sodomy with the cows. All
23 of the birds are dead. They've been trampled
to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied,
you rotten, vicious swine.
Your sworn enemy, Agnes
On the twelfth day of Christmas...
Law Offices
Badger, Bender and Cahol
303 Knave Street
Chicago, Illinois
December 25, 1994
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of 12
fiddlers fiddling which you have seen fit to
inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McHolstein.
The destruction, of course, was total. All
correspondence should come to our attention.
If you should attempt to reach Miss McHolstein
at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have
instructions to shoot you on sight. With this
letter please find attached warrant for your
arrest.
Cordially,
Badger, Bender and Cahole
Dearest John:
I went to the door today and the postman delivered
a partridge in a pear tree. What a thoroughly
delightful gift. I couldn't have been more
surprised.
With deepest love and devotion ,Agnes
On the second day of Christmas...
Dearest John:
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift.
Just imagine two turtle doves. I'm just delighted
at your very thoughtful gift. They are just
adorable.
All my love, Agnes
On the third day of Christmas...
Dearest John:
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one. Now I really
must protest. I don't deserve such generosity,
Three French hens. They are just darling but I must
insist, you've been too kind.
Love, Agnes
On the fourth day of Christmas...
Dear John,
Today the postman delivered 4 calling birds. Now
really, they are beautiful but don't you think
enough is enough. You're being too romantic.
Affectionately, Agnes
On the fifth day of Christmas...
Dearest John:
What a surprise. Today the postman delivered 5
golden rings; one for every finger. You're just
impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those birds
squawking were beginning to get on my nerves.
All my love, Anges
On the sixth day of Christmas...
Dear John:
When I opened the door there were actually 6 geese
a-laying on my front steps. So, you're back to
the birds again, huh?Those geese are huge. Where
will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. Please stop.
Cordially, Agnes
On the seventh day of Christmas...
John:
What's with you and those crazy birds? 7 swans
a-swimming. What kind of terrible joke is this?
There's bird **** all over the house, and they
never stop with the racket. I can't sleep at
night and I'm a nervous wreck. It's not funny.
So stop sending me all these birds!
Sincerely, Agnes
On the eighth day of Christmas...
O.K. Buster:
I think I prefer the birds. What am I going to do
with 8 maids a-milking? It's not enough with all
those birds and 8 maids a-milking, but they had to
bring their cows! There is **** all over the lawn
and I can't move in my own house. Just lay off me,
smart ***.
Agnes
On the ninth day of Christmas...
Hey! ****head,
What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there's 9
pipers playing. And boy, do they play. They've
never stopped chasing those maids since they got
here yesterday morning. They cows are getting upset,
and they're stepping all over those screeching
birds. What am I going to do? The neighbors have
started a petition to evict me.
You'll get yours, Agnes
On the tenth day of Christmas...
You Rotten Sadist,
Now there's 10 ladies dancing. I don't know why I
call those ****s ladies. They've been messing with
those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't
sleep and they've got the diarrhea. My living
room is a river of ****. The Commissioner of
Buildings has subpoenaed me to give cause why this
building shouldn't be condemned.
I'm sicking the police on you.
One who means it.
On the eleventh day of Christmas...
Listen! Looser,
What's with the 11 lords a-leaping on those maids
and ladies. Some of those broads will never walk
again. Those pipers ran through the maids and
have been committing sodomy with the cows. All
23 of the birds are dead. They've been trampled
to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied,
you rotten, vicious swine.
Your sworn enemy, Agnes
On the twelfth day of Christmas...
Law Offices
Badger, Bender and Cahol
303 Knave Street
Chicago, Illinois
December 25, 1994
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of 12
fiddlers fiddling which you have seen fit to
inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McHolstein.
The destruction, of course, was total. All
correspondence should come to our attention.
If you should attempt to reach Miss McHolstein
at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have
instructions to shoot you on sight. With this
letter please find attached warrant for your
arrest.
Cordially,
Badger, Bender and Cahole
