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Merry Sianzmas

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A cartridge in a sharpie.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four Thora Hirds,
Three sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten hours a-gyming,
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven tweets a-typing,
Ten hours a-gyming,
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve gins a swigging,
Eleven tweets a-typing,
Ten hours a-gyming,
Nine Sianzbots dancing,
Eight post-its-sticking,
Seven Wainwrights singing,
Six words a-playing,
Five DOODLE-INGS!
Four Thora Hirds,
Three Sharpie pens,
Two Hounds of Loves,
And a cartridge in a sharpie!

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