Sunday

I hate Christmas!





 N   Me No Like iT!  N  

I was chatting with this friend, and then she came out with this thing of what were we gonna doooo for ChristmasÙõà, and I was like WHAT?!!  Christmas? NO, I don’t do that, Me No Like iT, I always get on a very bad mood at that time. And then, when I go to the supermarket, they have this horrible happy singing fucking MChristmasSongsM, and I have to listen to all that happy shitty singing while I do Me shopping, and because of that I sometimes have to run over a bunch of crazy ♥women that could hit me with their handbags on the head! and everywhere is packed, FUCK THAT!
 
And everybody is happy & smiley. Some of them giving you good wishes. Just because it is Xmas? So WHAT?!
I heard there is a group of friends that go bar hopping wearing Santa Claus outfits somewhere in London.  I think Mthat’s BOLLOKS! M

Also  they put all this stuff like Xmas treesÙõà  and all the decoration, and all woman go crazy with this shit! If they could, They will wrap their whole houses in a box like a present with ribbons.

 I Hate Ribbons! They are the worst! Of Eeeverything! They put ribbons everywhere! At the entrance of the house, at the Christmas Tree, everywhere! Worst than that? Yes, N it is actually worst than that, it doesn’t only happen  in Xmas, People use ribbons all year long! Ribbons here, ribbons there. They put ribbons in fucking lingerie!                  That is so girly!   … “Oh look at my knickers, look at my knickers! they got this little little ribbons on them iji iji    –     N take them out! N”   they are horrible, I hate them!   

Anyway, for me Christmas is like World Cups, I avoid them.
I rather CELEBRATE ALL YEAR long & DO NOTHING on Xmas.
The only way I could have a nice Xmas would be if somebody send me something like this:

Then me & Me Baby could have a fantastic time.

Babyyyyy! I think I got an idea for my Xmas present!
   
I never said I didn’t like the presents….

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