"But Daystar it's Novembe-" You shut your whore mouth, you ain't me mam, I do what I want!
The festive season is rolling up on us like a steamroller full of Christmas cheer, sugary foods, tinsel, and poor choices at the annual office party.
With that in mind, there's a tradition here in the UK where everyone wears the worst (or amazing) Christmas related jumpers.
We all have them, folded in the wardrobe, awaiting the time where they might reign gaudy fashion over the masses.
This is mine.
Fucking amazing huh? I bet you're well jelly like, and if you're not, I swear on me mam I'll duff you up.
TALKING IS OVER. SHARING IS NOW.
The festive season is rolling up on us like a steamroller full of Christmas cheer, sugary foods, tinsel, and poor choices at the annual office party.
With that in mind, there's a tradition here in the UK where everyone wears the worst (or amazing) Christmas related jumpers.
We all have them, folded in the wardrobe, awaiting the time where they might reign gaudy fashion over the masses.
This is mine.

Fucking amazing huh? I bet you're well jelly like, and if you're not, I swear on me mam I'll duff you up.
TALKING IS OVER. SHARING IS NOW.