Merry Christmas, lads.
Merry Christmas, lads.
Merry Christmas gents.
Merry Christmas, lids.
He is, but I do sort of get it. I get similarly pathetic self-righteous rage at pub quizzes, but usually at the quizmaster than my teammates.
A recent one I did at some village hall, I correctly remembered the first ever uk number one single (Al Martino's "Here in My Heart"), but i said all my heart or my heart or something, and he didn't even give us half a point, same for being 1 year out for the year mozart was born. FAIR ENOUGH, except he let another team have a point for being about 5 million out for the population of California. Twat.
er, by which i mean, yeah, merry christmas lads
Merry Christmas TTH.
My finest pub quiz was when our team won because we swapped an answer with another lot and I told them the wrong answer.
You're a hero, I'd have done the same thing. I also almost fell out with a friend cus they couldn't understand why I didn't want them to check an answer on their phone in the toilet. #spiritofthegame
The worst example of badly constructed quiz/game was GET YOUR OWN BACK where they'd do 25 minutes of mad shit, and whoever was winning got to just move their mean potential gunge victim one notch closer, so they started 4 away rather than 5 or something. Bit like Copa America group stage.
Leave Dave Benson Phillips out of this.
Happy Holidays “mates“.
Merry Christmas lads.
Yeah we went to one regularly before covid but the wife's friends were all for cheating which I am totally against, even if the team that won every week seemed to be cheating I wanted to win fairly. Once we managed to tie with the cheaters so a tie break was posed: year the MOT was invented, closest answer wins. It was embarassingly obvious that our friends wife had googled it, she gave the correct answer. Hollow victory for me, Clive. The prize was only £20 in beer vouchers for that pub.
I’d have said 1973 as a complete guess.
My guess would be 12 September 1960 under the direction of the-then Minister of Transport, Ernest Marples.
Merry Christmas you miserable fucks.
Frohe Weihnachten meine Freunde.
Hope you have a good one.
Happy Christmas.
Apologies if you’ve been refreshing since 5:30 expecting another announcement.
I'm a twit
Breaking news: Christmas.
Merry Christmas all.
On my third mimosa, mother has instructed me to put a Fleet Foxes CD on, as she prepares the red cabbage with star anise etc. A middle class cliche wanker of a Christmas so far, but a lovely one nonetheless. Plus we dealt with the extended family yesterday so it's just us and the cat we're babysitting. Love you all dickheads xx
As soon as I get back from mam and dad's, I'm hitting the drink.
I feel like the article needs a line for each of them explaining a specific trauma in their life.
'Dear Hannah,
What does "White Christmas" mean to you? For me...'
Happy Christmas lads.
Happy Christmas boys
Merry Christmas, cunts.
Top effort from the lizard Queen.
Looking forward to the King's speech next year.
My Mother wanted to see what she was saying. She has a house of her own for that shite.
Merry Christmas, lads.
I got given a load of books. I'm so tired I can barely stand up or keep my eyes open. Gone back to bed before lunch later. Just being horizontal with my eyes closed is bliss. I think I might be depressed or maybe it's just been a long year with fuck all holidays. Or maybe it's just age. I don't know.
Dinner put away, on to the whisky.
Back after playing monster trucks with a 4 year old. Exhausted.
You know one of those games where you pick a celebrity out of a hat and someone describes it and you have to get as many as you can in a certain amount of time?
As a gauge of how posh the family is. There were 3 teams and Disraeli appeared in all 3 bowls.
Every other one was Tim Westwood and they're still pissing themselves.
Overall a good Christmas but I've only just escaped my family with the last 2 hours being rough.
The same Polish songs (which I'm not a fan of already) being sung constantly by tone deaf drunkards...
Just got my first ever Double Yolker. A Christmas miracle.
I had bought some real nice stuff for a fry this morning but I’m having maoams for breakfast instead.
Been doing some absolutely rancid farts for the past 24 hours. Having had round 2 of Christmas dinner today, I expect them to continue for at least another day.