Sunday 6 November 2011: A turkey Xmas. No 67.
The turkey has been eaten, a sea of lets-pretend-to-be-happy
booze has been knocked back through sad smiles.
Your auntie and uncle who both think they married down, and
hate each other at the best of times, are looking dangerous,
your sister and her boyfriend
are not talking to each other since she caught him
wanking into a pair of her sister's (your) knickers.
And your mum and dad who are already disappointed
with their lives since they made the mistake of going to a School reunion
look like they want to cry and rock themselves into a state of comatose oblivion.
Then some fucker says: I've got this great game...
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