Advent of Hate 2011 – Christmas Day

Last night I planned Christmas dinner with military precision.
Today those plans probably are probably lying in tatters. The turkey is probably dangerously undercooked, somebody will be allergic to cranberry and the Christmas pudding is probably trying to seize control of Libya.
Merry Christmas everyone!


Merry Christmas Everyone

Deary me, Christmas must be going well if you are on the internet today. I’m busy tucking into my Christmas dinner whilst this post magically appears.

Here, as a treat, is a handy summary of all the advent posts to kill some time in your lonely lives.

Day One – A mouse giving it jazz hands.
Day Two – The mouse’s less talented mate.
Day Three – Pyro Panda.
Day Four – I lose the will to live.
Day Five – Alignment issues.
Day Six – Cocking baubles.
Day Seven – I manage to link robins to Blur.
Day Eight – Terry Nutkins Xmas poser.
Day Nine – The stiff corpse of Alan Carr.
Day Ten – Horny squirrel.
Day Eleven – Christmas menus.
Day Twelve – Shit joke alert.
Day Thirteen – An accident waiting to happen.
Day Fourteen – Foot fetish.
Day Fifteen – Wiki to the rescue.
Day Sixteen – Another mouse.
Day Seventeen – Posey Penguin.
Day Eighteen – Bugger me.
Day Nineteen – I fail to make a Paul Hardcastle joke.
Day Twenty – I fuck up the numbering scheme.
Day Twenty One – I fuck up the numbering scheme in a different way although I’m still not sure, which is worse.
Day Twenty Two – Robot Don Estelle.
Day Twenty Three – Action stations kids!
Day Twenty Four – Mmmmm pie.
Day Twenty Five – This one you fucking clown.

If anyone wants me to post them the actual advent calendar then answer the following question.

“I am so brain dessicatingly stupid that I want the crap advent calendar because…”

Best answer wins the advent calendar*

*By “best” I probably mean “only” and by “win” I mean “ends up with.”

Merry Christmas everyone.