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Right here's the scene: It Christmas day your as excited as homer in a muffin shop. You wake up as early as you can (normaly 3am) to see what the big red fat bloke has brought you.
You rush downstairs with your parents who look about as excited as Jack Dee in a pub during happy hour.
Of course you rush to the big console/game type box first. After you find out that it was grandma's present of a jumper you wouldn't even wear in your grave. You finaly find your console/game and rush of to set up and play.
After about 10mins your told to turn it off. You then have to wait for family you don't like to come round and the only reason the come round is beacuse it "Christmas".you then have to sit around a table with so much food not even homer simpson could manage (well not in one day). after being forced to eat your sprouts they finaly leave and the gaming begins.
But not long after starting the console up your called downstairs to play some "exciting Christmas family games".
Anyway after hours of torture of playing sharades and no one getting gold finger for 3 hours you finaly go back to the console you turn it off only to find it's now 3am and your so tired you pass out.
Now anyone have this hapen to them, my mate did but i was luck enough not to.
Post you xmas horror stories here
You rush downstairs with your parents who look about as excited as Jack Dee in a pub during happy hour.
Of course you rush to the big console/game type box first. After you find out that it was grandma's present of a jumper you wouldn't even wear in your grave. You finaly find your console/game and rush of to set up and play.
After about 10mins your told to turn it off. You then have to wait for family you don't like to come round and the only reason the come round is beacuse it "Christmas".you then have to sit around a table with so much food not even homer simpson could manage (well not in one day). after being forced to eat your sprouts they finaly leave and the gaming begins.
But not long after starting the console up your called downstairs to play some "exciting Christmas family games".
Anyway after hours of torture of playing sharades and no one getting gold finger for 3 hours you finaly go back to the console you turn it off only to find it's now 3am and your so tired you pass out.
Now anyone have this hapen to them, my mate did but i was luck enough not to.
Post you xmas horror stories here
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Oh yeah, that too of course!
But then playing games while under the influence is quite an experience.....
But then playing games while under the influence is quite an experience.....
I think I'll just get really drunk.
Christmas is the one time i get to put all my family members who like gamings skills to shame. Being the first in my big family to get a PS2 they usually all come around to play, but now they have there own they dont so much anymore (now i know why they came around :D) Anyway, when they come around we usually have competions on many games, in the past this has usually been Evo 2, but this year it will be Pro Evo.
I always put them all to shame, on most games im never beaten and eventually they just get bored and we change game, but then the same happens. :D
Christmas nightmares for me? Nah, not really, the only bad thing that happens is the fact that i usually get a Tomb Raider game every year, but not this year, thank fully.
I always put them all to shame, on most games im never beaten and eventually they just get bored and we change game, but then the same happens. :D
Christmas nightmares for me? Nah, not really, the only bad thing that happens is the fact that i usually get a Tomb Raider game every year, but not this year, thank fully.
Well this year i think i will be up at 8 like usual, then go into the front room and open my presents, have a quick go on some of the games, then get washed and dressed, then have another go on my games, then go to my nanna's house for christmas dinner this year, (thankfully they live next door so i can just go back home if i feel the urge to play on my PS2 again :D ), then open all of the presents under the tree, then probably have a massive game on the PS2 with everyone (time to show off my skills :D) and then just drink,drink,drink!
When I was a little kid I use to wake up at 3am. Be really excited and use to watch kids tv that they use to put on at 5am.
Now iam 19 so normally would wake up at the usual time of 8-9am. Have a shower get dressed. Open presents, give parents presents. Play on my PS2 games, till dinner. Eat dinner play PS2. Eat some food at tea time. Play PS2, then sleep. Then that will repeat on boxing day. Maybe watch a DVD or a film on Tv. This year i'll have to do some Uni work but hopefully I can get that done quite quick. Dont have to go back till 14th Jan. Get 1 week there then 2 weeks of exams. 1 exam in the first week and 1 in the second week. Then 2 weeks off. So start semester 2 on 18th Feb.
Now iam 19 so normally would wake up at the usual time of 8-9am. Have a shower get dressed. Open presents, give parents presents. Play on my PS2 games, till dinner. Eat dinner play PS2. Eat some food at tea time. Play PS2, then sleep. Then that will repeat on boxing day. Maybe watch a DVD or a film on Tv. This year i'll have to do some Uni work but hopefully I can get that done quite quick. Dont have to go back till 14th Jan. Get 1 week there then 2 weeks of exams. 1 exam in the first week and 1 in the second week. Then 2 weeks off. So start semester 2 on 18th Feb.
Its christmas morning, I get woken up by my 10 year old, hyper active brother. My head is sore from the previous night's drinking and I start to become depressed at the fact that I've gotten so old that the need to brush last night out of my teeth has over taken the need to open the presents that have materialised at the end of my bed.
I convince myself that christmas will be all the more special if i am clean and in different clothes to the vomit stained ones i just slept in. I step out of bed, kick over the bag of presents and count a whopping 4 Toblerones sat in their wrapping paper from aunts and uncles. As I take my first few steps forward toward the curtains to let the special christmas sunshine in, I realise that straight lines are clearly not the order of the day.
I pull back the curtains half squinting, ready to be drenched in the suns warm glow. Of course its still dark. Its, of course, just gone 6:00am.
Questions like "was it this early last year?" and "Is the whole family up, or can i get away with knocking my brother out cold and going back to bed?" fill my head.
I get washed and clothed and make a cup of tea and start deciding whether or not my stomach would disagree if I tried to acompany the morning tea with a Toblerone. Before the kettle has boiled, the kitchen fills up with family members requesting hot beverages from me. As much as I try to fight the christmas spirit and refuse to be the tea boy, I inevitably give in, soully to avoid an early start to the name calling.
The tea made, I head back towards my bed and start picking my way slowly through presents, hoping no-one comes to join me in a bid to see my face when I come to their gift. My face muscles don't work, even at stuff I really like, I can't crack a smile, so pretending I like the "Dinosaur head on a stick" my sister got me is clearly above me.
Everything is opened and I sub-consciously divide the presents into piles of stuff I really appreciate and the stuff that I'm not too fussed about then get joined by other family members and get paranoid that they'll notice.
Finally I crack. I locate the vast amount of beer or vodka my aunti Sue always gets me - and start drinking.
By 9:30am I'm pis*ed and I appreciate everyone and everything about christmas, but I appreciate nothing as much as the fact that my hangover has gone.
Christmas, gotta love it!
I convince myself that christmas will be all the more special if i am clean and in different clothes to the vomit stained ones i just slept in. I step out of bed, kick over the bag of presents and count a whopping 4 Toblerones sat in their wrapping paper from aunts and uncles. As I take my first few steps forward toward the curtains to let the special christmas sunshine in, I realise that straight lines are clearly not the order of the day.
I pull back the curtains half squinting, ready to be drenched in the suns warm glow. Of course its still dark. Its, of course, just gone 6:00am.
Questions like "was it this early last year?" and "Is the whole family up, or can i get away with knocking my brother out cold and going back to bed?" fill my head.
I get washed and clothed and make a cup of tea and start deciding whether or not my stomach would disagree if I tried to acompany the morning tea with a Toblerone. Before the kettle has boiled, the kitchen fills up with family members requesting hot beverages from me. As much as I try to fight the christmas spirit and refuse to be the tea boy, I inevitably give in, soully to avoid an early start to the name calling.
The tea made, I head back towards my bed and start picking my way slowly through presents, hoping no-one comes to join me in a bid to see my face when I come to their gift. My face muscles don't work, even at stuff I really like, I can't crack a smile, so pretending I like the "Dinosaur head on a stick" my sister got me is clearly above me.
Everything is opened and I sub-consciously divide the presents into piles of stuff I really appreciate and the stuff that I'm not too fussed about then get joined by other family members and get paranoid that they'll notice.
Finally I crack. I locate the vast amount of beer or vodka my aunti Sue always gets me - and start drinking.
By 9:30am I'm pis*ed and I appreciate everyone and everything about christmas, but I appreciate nothing as much as the fact that my hangover has gone.
Christmas, gotta love it!
Right here's the scene: It Christmas day your as excited as homer in a muffin shop. You wake up as early as you can (normaly 3am) to see what the big red fat bloke has brought you.
You rush downstairs with your parents who look about as excited as Jack Dee in a pub during happy hour.
Of course you rush to the big console/game type box first. After you find out that it was grandma's present of a jumper you wouldn't even wear in your grave. You finaly find your console/game and rush of to set up and play.
After about 10mins your told to turn it off. You then have to wait for family you don't like to come round and the only reason the come round is beacuse it "Christmas".you then have to sit around a table with so much food not even homer simpson could manage (well not in one day). after being forced to eat your sprouts they finaly leave and the gaming begins.
But not long after starting the console up your called downstairs to play some "exciting Christmas family games".
Anyway after hours of torture of playing sharades and no one getting gold finger for 3 hours you finaly go back to the console you turn it off only to find it's now 3am and your so tired you pass out.
Now anyone have this hapen to them, my mate did but i was luck enough not to.
Post you xmas horror stories here
You rush downstairs with your parents who look about as excited as Jack Dee in a pub during happy hour.
Of course you rush to the big console/game type box first. After you find out that it was grandma's present of a jumper you wouldn't even wear in your grave. You finaly find your console/game and rush of to set up and play.
After about 10mins your told to turn it off. You then have to wait for family you don't like to come round and the only reason the come round is beacuse it "Christmas".you then have to sit around a table with so much food not even homer simpson could manage (well not in one day). after being forced to eat your sprouts they finaly leave and the gaming begins.
But not long after starting the console up your called downstairs to play some "exciting Christmas family games".
Anyway after hours of torture of playing sharades and no one getting gold finger for 3 hours you finaly go back to the console you turn it off only to find it's now 3am and your so tired you pass out.
Now anyone have this hapen to them, my mate did but i was luck enough not to.
Post you xmas horror stories here
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