cris-muuuuhhhhhhs
The pile under the tree groweth ever mightier. The living room looks as if terrorists broke in and slaughtered junkie squatters. And then the SAS came in and slaughtered the terrorists. And then had a big gay[1] party to celebrate.
I've got two children's presents still to wrap and about eight adults'. And I've run out of bows. Can I just hang myself? I've got bags of ribbon left.
My mood was relieved somewhat when the latest ad for David Beckham's aftershave ran, while I was engrossed with some rebellious sellotape. Next time it comes on, listen to it without looking. The voiceover goes:
"Um. By David Beckham."
HAHAHAHAHA!
[1] On account of the wrapping paper being mostly metallic black and cerise, with big purple bows.
I've got two children's presents still to wrap and about eight adults'. And I've run out of bows. Can I just hang myself? I've got bags of ribbon left.
My mood was relieved somewhat when the latest ad for David Beckham's aftershave ran, while I was engrossed with some rebellious sellotape. Next time it comes on, listen to it without looking. The voiceover goes:
"Um. By David Beckham."
HAHAHAHAHA!
[1] On account of the wrapping paper being mostly metallic black and cerise, with big purple bows.