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As you know by now, I don’t like Christmas and don’t celebrate it. But one of the things that really winds me up is people moaning and bitching about Christmas, and yet celebrate it anyway. “Oh my God, I’ve got to buy the kids’ presents”, “Just forked out a shit load of money for Christmas dinner food” “I can’t wait for this to be over”. DON’T FUCKING DO IT THEN!
I don’t, of course, mean demanding a child for Christmas. No-one does that, apart from the Jimmy Saville’s and Ian Watkins’ of the world. I’m talking about kids who write novel long Christmas lists directly out of the Argos catalogue and throw a strop when ONE is missing on Christmas morning. These are spoiled little shits with bad parents.
Hello again dear readers, I haven’t disappeared, I’ve just been watching you all like some big, bearded pervert or something. I am now starting this thing called 12 Gripes of Christmas where I put something about the Christmas season that really pisses me off, I’ll be doing 12 in total (congratulations if you worked that out beforehand). If you don’t know how much of a miserable cunt I am, you soon will.
Gripe 1 - Festively oblivious
me most of the time: people are okay, I guess. like no one is 100% bad.
me after reading the comments section in any article, ever: this world can only be cleansed with fire.