On the 1st Day of Christmas, my true love

On the 1st Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a Partridge Family Christmas Album.

three French kisses, two Ninja Turtle Dove candy bars and a Partridge Family Christmas Album. On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Four Callgirls, three french kisses, two Ninja Turtle Dove candy bars etc.. On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, F I V E B O L D F L I N G S ! ! !

On the sixth day of Christmas my ex-wife gave to me: One restraining order and a file for a divorce. I blamed Santa for my life going down the toilet. Rotten teeth, STDs, and now

the big D. it might as well be the other bid D because the way things are going, I'll be doing gay porn pretty soon. Not that I am gay, but $20 is $20. Lets hope the 7th day of Chr

istukkah, Matt Groening will answer questions. "Why does Itchy hate Scratchy?" I asked. "Because," Matt said, "he's jealous of Scratchy's giant dick." He really hates his audience.

In fact, he loathes them, all with a grin on his face. He bares his teeth at the audience as he flips a conveniently placed lever, and from the ceiling there falls thousands of

ping-pong balls, a rip off of the old Captain Kangaroo gag. But no one in the audience was even alive when the Captain was on TV, so Mr. Moose comes on and takes a nice big dump in

the centre of the stage. The audience are shocked, briefly silenced, then they begin to laugh and whoop. Taking a dump was even funnier than a fart joke for eleven year olds.