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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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My girlfriend’s dad has just bought their Christmas tree and she's seriously not impressed. The reason being it's only 4 feet tall and really does look like a midget’s tree.
Now this made me think, is the size of a Christmas tree the man buys some kind of penis extension, much like buying a flash sports car? So is her dad trying to say that he actually has a very large penis and has no need for a proper sized tree?
In another fail decorations related story, my parents used to put up Christmas decorations every year with the worst drawing pins known to man! The spike used to shoot back through the top skewering their thumb like some kind of miniature whale harpoon. God knows why they didn't buy better ones.
So, let’s hear your stories of festive decoration disaster
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 13:55, 43 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
that he doesn't want to spunk £20-30 on a tree that you keep in the house for a few weeks and then throw away
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:03, Reply)
cos it's plastic. Maybe it is cos he's cheap though. Best not mention that to him, otherwise I may not be welcome round the house anymore :|
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:06, Reply)
One set of lights on my parents' tree stopped working.
It is my job to decorate this tree, my own tree, my auntie's tree and the big fuck-off tree in reception at work. So, there was no way I was allowing the broken lights to be removed, ruining my hard work and causing me to have to redecorate.
So I suggested we just put the new lights over the top of the old ones, working around the baubles and shit, causing minimum disruption.
"I agree", says my mum, "but why don't we just snip off the old lights in sections, so they're not sitting there doing nothing?"
"Ok" says I, and off we go snip-snip here and snip-snip there until we have a nice pile of thin twisty snakes with spines of dead bulbs.
Sorted.
Until, that is, I go to plug in the new lights and realise the old ones were STILL PLUGGED IN!! She'd left the dead lights plugged in at the wall and switched on. I could not even speak to tell her what she'd done because I was white as a sheet, all clammy and shaky, and leaning on the sofa for support. I eventually just pointed, and she ran out of the back door, through the hole in the fence to my auntie's house shouting "Don't tell your dad!"
What a mental. She's always lawnmowing electrical cables too.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:08, Reply)
She nearly died! How she didn't get electrocuted I don't know!
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:14, Reply)
I was snip-snipping too! I would have been an innocent victim of her stupidity.
This is the woman who put her tongue on some hair-curling tongs to "see if they were hot enough yet".
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:15, Reply)
Lucky bastard I've had 240v go through me before
It hurt
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:20, Reply)
But there was no sparking or anything on the metal bits, so we just assume the lights were very well idiot-proofed.
When my dad stuck his mains tester right into my living room lights, there were sparks everywhere, the plastic handle got all sooty and a bit of metal melted.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:22, Reply)
and you had to cut through the shielding before you touched the metal the circuit was broken on the first cut so sparks were unlikely :)
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:28, Reply)
I love hearing technical things. I have no real desire to understand. I think I'd enjoy being read a TV manual.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:29, Reply)
Thank god no one was near enough to hear me
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:20, Reply)
Or I'll consider myself a comedy failure
; )
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:23, Reply)
when the doorbell rang and I opened it to find my cousin standing there holding a pile of presents from my aunt and uncle so I invited her in as she looked cold as she was only wearing a thin cotton dress and no tights so her legs were all exposed and I could see the goosebumps on her skin and her nipples were pointing through the material like little signs saying "stroke me althechristmasgeordie, stroke me and pinch me and lick me and then unleash your might pork sword and shoot your long streams of steaming jizz all over me" but she didn't want to come in as her dad had said if I was there alone she wasn't to let me get between her and the door so she turned around and went home and I didn't get the chance to give her our presents.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:17, Reply)
I can't put my finger on why.
Maybe you're a racist.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:18, Reply)
It's the fact that I hate her afterwards for being black that makes me a bigot.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:20, Reply)
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(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:25, Reply)
Like I said before, I don't actually fancy my cousin, though your stories are quite entertaining and amusing and a strange, slightly sick, sort of way XD
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:23, Reply)
(yet) just the good old real v plastic christmas tree debate. You can cut the tension in the air with a knife
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:20, Reply)
hanging up the Christmas cards on long strings around the walls. I stood up on the counter-top to be better able to reach but slipped and put my foot into the saucepan in which my mother was boiling the Boxing Day gammon.
Yeah, I stepped on the fucking wet ham, man...
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:21, Reply)
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:31, Reply)
When daughter was a little over a year old and toddling around on her hind legs around Chrimble time we spent a ridiculous amount of money on a real tree (as we have every year) and brand new decorations that she and her Mum could spend a happy evening decorating the tree with enabling lots of photographs that could later be used to show her as a small person.
Once tree up we'd left her alone with the dog in the living room for less than five minutes when we came back in to see her taking the chocolate decorations off the tree and feeding a (very satisfied looking) dog.
Christmas decorations made of chocolate? FAIL.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:23, Reply)
Chocolate is poisonous to dogs. Our dog was sensible and never ate it even when we offered it to her (this was before we found out it was poisonous, we we're complete fuckers)
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:24, Reply)
they don't die? A neighbours dog ate three Easter eggs by accident and was fine
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:30, Reply)
it died but they got a replacement so the kids didn't get upset. Sorry you had to find out this way.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:36, Reply)
vomit the shit and then eat it again I think they have stronger constitutions than we give them credit for!!
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:53, Reply)
for some odd reason. I think it's something to do with the sort of food that cats eat.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:57, Reply)
you can feed cat food to dogs, but not vice versa.
In other pet food news, dog and cat food is taste tested....by humans.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 15:00, Reply)
Actually I wonder how well it pays? Hmmmm....
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 15:02, Reply)
My mum was horrified because she couldn't remember which branch it was originally hanging from.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:53, Reply)
I'm far more chilled about the whole thing nowadays.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:56, Reply)
But I do regularly scrunch my eyes up so I can see the 'patterns' more clearly and identify any 'gaps' that may have formed while I've been watching telly.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 15:00, Reply)
That sounds a bit like my mum, she won't let anyone decorate the tree, everything has its place and its all symmetrical. She wouldn't approve of my decorating... nothing matches and we have too many ornaments on the tree for her taste - bless.
(, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 16:38, Reply)
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