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I feel like someone was trying to be really funny when they left eight bobble-headed table dancers, seven packs of redman, six cans of spam, five flannel shirts, four big mud tires, three shot gun shells, two plush hunting dogs, and some parts to a Mustang GT in the common area of me and Clarice's suite, but like. Dude, you got it all backward. The twelve days of Christmas start December 25, they don't end on it. So whoever you are, thank you for the gifts! I'm sure I can put them to good use somehow. Just give me all that stuff like in January next time or something.