Yesterday, in response to a tweet about Spinal Tap, I suggested that they should have written “The Eleven Days of Christmas”, well since they didn’t, I couldn’t resist …
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
Spinal Tap sent to me
Eleven amplifiers,
Ten dead drummers,
Nine shit sandwiches,
Eight spontaneous combustions,
Seven tiny Stonehenges,
Six armadillos,
Five fine lines,
Four confused Nigels,
Three cricket bats,
Two big bottoms,
And a woman smelling a black glove.
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