On the 7th Day of Christmas my true love sent to me...
....Seven Swans a Swimming.
Nah, its has been changed to Seven Plonkity Plonkers
Yeah, I'm talking about you fiesty Plonkers.
Some of you have mentioned that when I call you Plonkers you feel insulted, it could not be further from the truth!
It is definitely a massive term of endearment and its a word that I only use for YOU guys.
Och aye, only you wonderful peeps that read by blog, that comment on my blog and some of you that read but never comment and yet still come back get the honour of being called a Plonker. Cherish it, like I cherish y'all.
I think you folks are simply BANGIN!
Thus, My Twelve Days of Christmas melody matures to include YOU, yes you...
"Seven Priceless Plonkers
Six Penguin Biscuits
Five Gigs of Porn
Four Liverpool Blokes
Three Brontë Sisters
Two Jimmy Choos
And Jamie Oliver's Satay Chicken on a Stick"