On the first day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... His beloved Chargers cap with spangles and beads.
On the second day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Two broken toasters he got as wedding gifts.
On the third day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Three boxes of stuff he took home from Qualcomm after he bailed.
On the fourth day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Four pristine grammar books from junior high school.
On the fifth day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Five miniature SLKs that he bashed into pieces last year.
On the sixth day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Six pictures of Michele Obama on which he ... um ... you know.
On the seventh day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Seven pounds of nasty, leathery tri-tip beef.
On the eighth day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Eight spools of discount solder he bought cos Krooger told him to.
On the ninth day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Nine DVDs he loaded up with Angry White Male rants from youtube
On the tenth day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... 147 issues of Stereophile he bought at a yard sale, then tore into bits. On the eleventh day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Every CD he could find within 10 miles that features a Mexican singer.
On the twelfth day of Xmas, Scottie went out in his backyard and buried... Twelve old turntables that buzzed like hornets and honked like geese.