On the First day of Christmas my  true love came told me, she wanted to be a divorcee.

On the Second day of Christmas my true love send to me, two guys with a summons and a Hallmark card from my future divorcee.

On the Third day of Christmas my true love send to me, three hunks who took the Lexus, two guys with a summons and a Hallmark card from my future divorcee.

On the Fourth day of Christmas my true love send to me, four moving trucks.
Three hunks for the jeep, two summon guys and yet another stinking card from my divorcee.

On the Fifth day of Christmas my true send to me,a locksmith who changed all five locks. More moving trucks, three divorce lawyers two bike re-possessors and a happy holidays card from my divorcee.

The Sixth day of Christmas I spend at my sports bar  downing  six shots of Smirnoff, flavoured peach,
five Bud pitchers, four Black & White’s, three Margeritas, two John Collins, and for memories sake a large sex on the beach.

On the Seventh day of Christmas I was admitted to Mount Sinai Hospital with a ruined liver, a broken heart and an empty bank account. I’m still there!

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