Admin, a Yuletide cunting with all the trimmings please for festive ‘round robin’ letters.

It’s the time of year when, shoehorned into a Christmas Card is the obligatory letter from a neighbour or oft forgotten relative who having espoused modern technology such as facefuck or what’s crap or even an email has decided to pen a ditty to one and all…..

Basically boasting about what a year they’ve had, how well the kids have done at school, how much they contributed to charity or how many times they sat at the captains table during a cruise in Scandinavia, oh and the new Tesla is such a boon, and I’ve had another promotion at work….. and the new Ukrainian lodgers are such luvvy people…..

Personally, if I’ve not bothered to speak to neighbours or contact long lost relatives all year ( and I don’t cos I’m a cunt) then the idea of receiving one of these boastful, look at me missives at Christmas indicates I’m in the right and the sender is a cunt of truly epic proportions.

I received one early this week, from a neighbour, it’s come in handy to wipe my arse with.

Ho ho bloody ho.

Nominated by: LeonardoDiCunty

And then there’s this from Ron Knee

Christmas Cards

Yes it’s that time again; time for the annual shenanigans involving the sending and receiving of Christmas cards.

I refuse to have anything to do with it, but the wife religiously digs out the list of people she’s sending them to, then spends hours of her time choosing and writing the ‘right’ card for the ‘right’ person.

‘Who do you keep bothering with that?’ I say every time. ‘We haven’t seen some of ’em in donkey’s. Don’t want to either’. ‘It’s a way of staying in touch’ she responds, before adding the inevitable ‘miserable old bastard!’.

I just don’t get it. We usually get about seventy or so of the fuckers, which are spread about the house gathering dust until the inevitable moment arrives when they’re chucked in the bin. Mercifully, we’ve only received about thirty this year, presumably due to a combination of people economising, and the bolshy antics of the Royal Mail.

Fucking good riddance I say. What a waste of time and money. Bah humbug!

Compliments of the season to Cunters everywhere!