Safetyman Well-known member Dec 8, 2013 #1 I've had enough of Christmas. All year long I work my f***ing fingers to the bone to buy all the presents that my kids ask for. And what happens Christmas morning? That fat f***er with the beard gets all the credit! Still I suppose it's my fault for marrying her.
I've had enough of Christmas. All year long I work my f***ing fingers to the bone to buy all the presents that my kids ask for. And what happens Christmas morning? That fat f***er with the beard gets all the credit! Still I suppose it's my fault for marrying her.
