I hate Christmas songs so god-damn much
Right...

I hate shopping, most of the time.
Because I hate "the public", and shopping means walking shoulder-to-shoulder with a bunch of greasy, sweaty meat-tards.

Now, Christmas shopping means double the amount of pork-slabs, combined with the fuckin' horror that is Christmas music.

So...
Spare a though for me when I realise, on Christmas Eve that I've been a procrastinating idiot, and have to go do my shopping.

I'll kill every last one of the motherfuckers with a turkey-carving knife, in a festive spray of crimson.
( Cawl, Tue 16 Dec 2008, 23:47, 3 replies)

What Kaol said.
My misery is compounded by the fact that that stupid fucking online card verification thing has decided that I'm trying to defraud myself or steal my own identity, and despite repeated calls to Natwest still won't let me use my card online.

Still works fine in cash machines and shops, but it means I'm also going to have to mingle with the public this weekend.
(Son of Sam-i-am We're all as mad as hatters here, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 0:15, closed)

You call them 'meat-tards' or 'the public'
Me, I refer to them as sheep.
( snee held his breath since, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 8:11, closed)

Its very simple
1) Do it all in November

2) Have a "one for them, one for me" philosophy, so if I buy 8 presents, there are also 8 things for me too!
(Halfy By light alone, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 8:25, closed)