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Friday, 2 December 2016

In which One wants presents...

Behind door number 2 on One's SAdvent calendar is an email from BF saying that she's so skint, we should stop exchanging Christmas presents.

In fact, things are so bad down the hill that she's been harvesting pubic hair from the plug hole for months and crocheting antimacasas as gifts for family.  BFP will be the fortunate recipient of a balaclava, constructed solely from the super-floo-us facial harvests courtesy of the No-No he gifted her last year.

Not only that, Dear Reader, I heard the Admiral on the phone telling his offspring that 'we're too old for all that. Don't get us anything.'

TOO OLD
 DON'T GET ANYTHING

What's the matter with these curmudgeonly old humbugs?

I want presents and lots of them.


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