Ho, ho, ho. How I hate Christmas. And I mean f*****g HATE it. Don't get me wrong - in principle, I think it's a good idea. But the idea and the reality are two very different things. I remember when I was a kid, I used to have a lovely little dog, called Doggy. I loved Doggy but whenever Christmas came around he used to get terribly nervous and edgy. He'd disappear for hours on end under the sofa or find some quiet corner to stay out of the way. Why? Because Doggy sensed the immense stupidity of the people around him. People who spent 360 odd days of the year in mutual self-loathing suddenl...
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