None of them.
Christmas in particular is going to become more and more unpleasant each year, as I sit at my mother's trying not to think about my daughter opening her pink plastic Disney shit in the company of Kentish proles.

New year is fucking bent and a scam, and I prefer other people's birthdays to my own, there's no pressure.

Bah. But also Humbug.

EDIT Lunch: roast chicken fucking salad again. I am on a diet.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 12:35, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Can you not alternate
Christmas and New Years with your ex so that one year you get your daughter for Christmas and the next, New Years?

Or is this sort of resonable arrangement beyond the mental capacity of your ex? (I don't know the story of your ex, but I understand her to be a cunt, yes?)
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 12:37, Reply)

M to the B why can't you see?
pop a cap in her ass it's so E-Z
You'd get your do'ta all 'round the clock
Till you partake in a large amount of illegal subtances which result in concerned neighbours alerting the authorities
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 12:45, Reply)

I think I love you.

( girlinthehole, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 12:47, Reply)

I cannot even take her to the park on my own.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 13:13, Reply)

Well, obviously
she wouldn't be with you if you were on your own. That's just common sense.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 13:18, Reply)

Hahaha very good.
Unsupervised, then.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 14:09, Reply)