Christmas my arse, I for one hate it. All I get is left at home on me own whilst they all go out on the piss. Didn't get me tea until half past six one night. Half past bastard six. Me stomach thought me throat had been cut. We're nearly out of pigs ears as well, and I don't expect these tight-fisted buggers to cough up for any more in the New Year. Just 'cos they're planning on going on a diet, why do I have to go on a fucking diet? I'm not a great big fat bloater. They are. And another thing, Christmas presents, what are they all about? People spending loads of money to buy other people, many of whom they can't stand, presents which they don't like or shit that they've got already? Me Dad got one of them Bonnie Tyler Sat Navs. Shit it is. Keeps telling him to turn around and every now and then it falls apart. Fucking rubbish. Arse.
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