On The X day of christmas

[StarF]

On the 51st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Fifty-one Oil rigs
Fifty vague things
Forty-nine bars of Cloud Nine,
Forty-eight secret doors,
forty-seven trips to the Super Bowl,
forty-six chromosomes,
forty-five video games,
forty-four steam engines,
forty-three backwards rules,
forty-two answers to life,
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,
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.

[TheMMMification]

On the 52nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Fifty-two verses
Fifty-one Oil rigs
Fifty vague things
Forty-nine bars of Cloud Nine,
Forty-eight secret doors,
forty-seven trips to the Super Bowl,
forty-six chromosomes,
forty-five video games,
forty-four steam engines,
forty-three backwards rules,
forty-two answers to life,
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,
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.

[Dtroid]

On the 53rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Fifty-three rule-breaking posts
Fifty-two verses
Fifty-one Oil rigs
Fifty vague things
Forty-nine bars of Cloud Nine,
Forty-eight secret doors,
forty-seven trips to the Super Bowl,
forty-six chromosomes,
forty-five video games,
forty-four steam engines,
forty-three backwards rules,
forty-two answers to life,
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,
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.

[StarF]

On the 54th day of Christmas my true love gave to me:

Fifty-four traffic cones.
Fifty-three rule-breaking posts
Fifty-two verses
Fifty-one Oil rigs
Fifty vague things
Forty-nine bars of Cloud Nine,
Forty-eight secret doors,
forty-seven trips to the Super Bowl,
forty-six chromosomes,
forty-five video games,
forty-four steam engines,
forty-three backwards rules,
forty-two answers to life,
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,
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.

[Killswitch]

On the 55th day of Christmas, this canal gave to me:

Fifty-five murdered spoiled brats.
Fifty-four traffic cones.
Fifty-three rule-breaking posts
Fifty-two verses
Fifty-one Oil rigs
Fifty vague things
Forty-nine bars of Cloud Nine,
Forty-eight secret doors,
forty-seven trips to the Super Bowl,
forty-six chromosomes,
forty-five video games,
forty-four steam engines,
forty-three backwards rules,
forty-two answers to life,
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,
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.

[Dtroid]

On the 56th day of Christmas, teddy bear gave to me:

Fifty-six uploading images
Fifty-five murdered spoiled brats.
Fifty-four traffic cones.
Fifty-three rule-breaking posts
Fifty-two verses
Fifty-one Oil rigs
Fifty vague things
Forty-nine bars of Cloud Nine,
Forty-eight secret doors,
forty-seven trips to the Super Bowl,
forty-six chromosomes,
forty-five video games,
forty-four steam engines,
forty-three backwards rules,
forty-two answers to life,
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,
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.