Seasons Greetings to you all,
It’s that time of year when we celebrate God’s boy’s birthday by getting roaring drunk, overeating and buying people we don’t like presents they don’t want. Like Easter I can’t help thinking the Christmas message might have got lost somewhere. Never one to pass up the chance to be self indulgent, I am afraid the only spirit I’ll be full of this year will be around 40% proof and toxic to the liver.
I thought I’d wallop this thread up to allow us to hold a Pickled Politics office party. Or should I say an award winning Pickled Politics office party. So come on tell us all you love us, show us some terrible dancing, make unwanted advances on the furniture. In short make utter clown of yourself or tell us your tales of festive debauchery.
Many of you, like me, will be trapped with relatives with no means of escape. There’s not much I can do to make this ordeal any easier. All I can offer is this thread is a means of venting your rage as auntie asks you once again why you’re not married. Remember you can’t stop your family being barking mad but you can at least amuse the rest of us by ridiculing them here (names can and probably should be changed).
As well as the above I’m looking for your funny stuff, music and any other links you’d like to bring to the Picklers attention.
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