Christmas this year was a lot. The language around the snooker table at my rent's gaff was similar to that used on the touch lines of amateur league football pitches. We lost £20 on the Euromillions draw. The hostess trolley was murked within an inch of its ever decreasing life. We watched Mr Bean goes on holiday. We learned about Great Uncle Len (RIP) who went inside before jumping in front of a train. Some ducks got feed. One robin got dubbed "a bastard" by one rent in particular. Props to the folks for putting up with us. You were too kind...
Hot ball action
Goddess
It's a post dubstep kinda ting
Custard trifle flex
Totally locked on it
Christmas dins - done
Live hostess trolley action
Wibbling rivalry
It's a pinot grigio type o'ting
Best meal of the year
Breakfast
Bench pressing
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