Showing posts with label seasonal bellyaches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasonal bellyaches. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 December 2007

3 christmas (shopping) curses

1. seniors on gophers. double points apply if you are inconvenienced by one reversing (yes!) out of the post office (as i was). it should be obvious: if you're too retarded to walk, you're too retarded to drive.

2. people who freeze on escalators. what's wrong with your legs, fatso? use 'em. (have they all been injected with that fiendish kaos neuro-toxin "immobilo"?)

3. piped shopping-centre carols. please, sir, i don't want any more.