Panic BuyingIt's the last shopping day before the whole country shuts down for christmas. You've been looking all over for something, anything, to buy your favourite person. Something that says you care, that makes them see you in a new light.
Well, something that won't make them punch you would do. My brother-in-law once bought his wife a bin for her birthday - it was a very nice bin, but boy was he in the crud for days.
What have you bought in sheer panic and desperation? Go on, you know you do it every year.
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chthonic, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 15:10)
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Last year, my then-girlfriend spacked to the moonShe went quite seriously mental at me because I was going to pop into Hamley's and look for something to get her while she stayed with our friends. Apparently, I was trying to give her the slip, which meant I didn't love her and that I was a very very bad person indeed. But I still got away in the end, and was well aware that I had to give her the present within the next twenty minutes or there'd be no point in having bought it.
So I bought her an A5-sized 48-page Hello Kitty notebook, which isn't too bad a present, really, and I found within about ten seconds.
Except it cost SIX FUCKING QUID. SIX. FUCKING. QUID. I could buy about 8 notebooks from WH Smiths for that price and I spent six fucking quid on just the one because it had a shitting japanese kitten on the front being kawaii out of it's cunting earflaps. What kind of cunting extortion is that? Not one I'd stand for at any other time. Fuck me. Sanrio are all belming cuntspasms and they're never getting any of my money again.
Sex is not worth £6.
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Reid got it going on like Donkey Kong, Fri 23 Dec 2005, 16:23,
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