On the forty-first day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
Forty-one years of peace and prosperity
Forty year-old virgins
Thirty-nine duodecillion houseflies
Thirty-eight ounces of farting blood
Thirty-seven trips to the bathroom
Thirty-six hexagonal hexes
Thirty-five broken Daleks
Thirty-four malfunctioning toilets
Thirty-three sequels to Final Fantasy
Thirty-two bit Nintendos
Thirty-one flavors of Dairy Queen
Thirty bottles of beer on the wall
Twenty-nine mountains
Twenty-eight bottles of underarm sweat blended with chili and vinegar.
Twenty-seven damns Ace doesn't give (by the way, it is in fact a swear word GET OVER IT)
Twenty-six lurking shadows
Twenty-five algebra problems
Twenty-four hours wasted
Twenty-three Taiga biomes
Twenty-two delicious boogers mixed with mustard
Twenty-one years of Obama
Twenty Sharp Tacks
Nineteen Mayan calendars
Eighteen extinct Twinkies
Seventeen children's complaints
Sixteen bits a-toggling
Fifteen ugly Christmas sweaters
Fourteen days of doom
Thirteen TH1RT3EN Albums
Twelve drummers singing
Eleven Folders of Nimda
Ten Freaking Awesome Win Beldums O3o
Nine Golden Rings
Eight bits and counting
Seven eyes burned out from all the color
Six Awesome Laptops
FIVE BUUUTT-TTER KNIVEEESSSSSS
Four Handshakes From Reggie
Three Pairs of Gloves
Two Jumping Jacks
And a Wii U in a Specially Wrapped Booooooooooooooooox






