Christmas Cow

I happen to love Christmas very much, however I appreciate that for whatever reason it's not everyones favourite time of year. That's fine, live and let live and all that nonesense, what I took offence to today though was this strumpy old bint on the market who was obviously out with work colleagues speak "VERY LOUDLY" about "HOW MUCH I HATE CHRISTMAS".

Three things, no wait four, first "Shut the fuck up you miserable sow".

Second, get the fuck out of the Christmas shop then.

Third, stop picking up decorations saying "ooh that's nice" then putting it back down and repeating how much you hate Christmas (it's obviously bull shit and you're the gobby Cow from the office that no one can shake at lunch time and as a result you have to attention seek all the time from your long suffering colleagues).

Fourth, to reiterate a point "shut the fuck up you miserable sow".

Oh and now a fifth point, look what you've made me become. A vitriolic Christmas Queen, granted I was probably on the way already but that is far from the point. The point is that you are a foul, strange woman.