Merry Christmas You Cunts

[tup]

Where you from big hat?

Perth

[mcdougall(4)]

Perth

Fuck off you loser

[tup]

Fuck off you loser

@cans

[daytripping]

Fucking busy time of year for us Plenty of fish slags, fitted in dinner with the mother but was all a little hectic, roll on Wednesday, back to work for a nice break.

 

All gets a bit complicated, think I'll break contact and take January off, make a return pre valentines day.

 

Anyway Merry Christmas all hatters, hope you had a good one. x

[Big Hat Logan]

Perth

Ive got your IP address, its impossible to fake an IP address

 

What a stupid wee cunt

[RAZOR]

I don't even bother stopping at Perth it's such a non entity. Horn on the way out and Auchterarder on the way back (if necessary)

[tup]

Probably the most insignificant place in Scotland, full of posh bellends.

[HairyPie]

I don't even bother stopping at Perth it's such a non entity. Horn on the way out and Auchterarder on the way back (if necessary)

 

Which chipper in Auchterarder? The one that thinks its also a "restaurant" or the other one?

[something_or_other]

Ive got your IP address, its impossible to fake an IP address

 

Really not true....

[cruzcampo3]

I don't even bother stopping at Perth it's such a non entity. Horn on the way out and Auchterarder on the way back (if necessary)

The horn is a must while traveling. At least Auchterarder has Stephen Hendry what's Perth got?

[DD1903]

 

Really not true....

He knows that, hes quoting tuppy

[alscotoz]

Happy Holidays.

 

In a minute I'll be shooting off to spend some time with the Trump-voting portion of the clan... I've had them on Block since 2016, but this doesn't represent a thawing of relations. They're dead to me, and I'm only going along to keep the wife and loon happy.

 

This is why you don't get married, kids.

 

It's a lot easier to stick to your principles when you've no cunt to keep happy but yourself... though the downside, if it's a downside, is you spend the holiday alone in your damp, cold, dimly lit flat, watching a Bond film on an old tube telly on broadcast TV, as you eat your Festive Turkey Dinner Micro Meal With Apple Sauce out of a disposable container with a plastic spoon.

 

Later you'll fall asleep in your badly tattered chair, and the poorly wired fairy lights will set the Chinese christmas tree ablaze, which will go up like a... like a Chinese christmas tree. And as you snore loudly, the congealed gravy from your micro meal dribbling down your unshaven chin onto the string vest you've been wearing for the last six weeks, the flames will lick across the carpet and find the highly flammable, pre-EU regulations stuffing that's hanging out of your chair...

 

Maybe a neighbor will pull you out of the flames before you burn to death, and you'll spend the next three months in a hospital bed looking like the Invisible man, your face and torso all burned to fuck so you look like Deadpool without the mask.

 

And when December rolls round again you'll be back in front of the telly, alone, watching Sean Connery batter some lad in an orange jump suit, as the fairy lights spark quietly on the tree waiting for you to doze off again.

 

Probably best to just get married, kids.

 

You're an inspiration Ke1t. Your words will get me through the next 12 months. Keep up the good work!