
Tis the season to be jolly falalalalaalalalala, expounds Richards mcbeef. But is it *really*? Forced merriment, shit presents, awful relatives...One year my sister dropped an almighty guff in front of our grandmother and then literally pissed herself laughing. She was 18. But tell us *your* Yuletide yarns.
( , Thu 17 Dec 2015, 9:06)
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Now I live in Manchester Im less inclined to travel home.
Last time there was a half arsed dinner with some sort of orange flavoured chicken and tinned veg (I know).
Father stayed on the internet. Mother sat leafing through puzzle books and the BBC news channel played in the background.
I booked into a hotel on Boxing Day.
( , Fri 18 Dec 2015, 11:32, 6 replies)

Still, you could invite them to yours and show them how it's done.
( , Fri 18 Dec 2015, 12:30, closed)

( , Fri 18 Dec 2015, 12:50, closed)

they probably are just depressed because their son is a chutney
( , Fri 18 Dec 2015, 18:10, closed)

You didn't have to cook, nor converse in any way whatsoever.
Bliss.
( , Sat 19 Dec 2015, 21:09, closed)
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