Kid who wanted shit art supplies can't believe his f**king luck

A BOY who had his heart set on getting dry markers and ugly paints for Christmas is amazed to find them under the Christmas tree.

Eight-year-old Oliver O’Connor is feeling like the luckiest boy in the world after Santa Claus brought him the cheap and nasty art supplies from The Works that he coveted more than anything else.

He said: “I’m ecstatic. The awful waxy crayons that don’t blend, the flimsy canvas boards that don’t hold paint, they’re all here.

“When I saw them wrapped up under the tree I was worried I’d be getting something cool and fun like a remote control car or a PS5. I guess my family picked up on my hints for supplies that will crush my passion for creativity after all. Thanks, aunties!

“Altogether these brushes and pencils must’ve cost the best part of a tenner, so you bet I’m grateful. It must hurt mum and dad, who’ve tried to get me presents that will be of genuine use, but that’s a them problem.

“I can’t wait to try them all out, realise their many shortcomings, then take my disappointment with the quality of the materials and my own creative shortcomings out on them before an angry, resentful Christmas dinner. God bless us, every one!”

O’Connor’s aunt Mary said: “I had to trample over hordes of other people scrabbling to buy other crap who were largely indifferent to this shit. But it was worth it to see the joy on Oliver’s little face. I can’t be there, I’m in Sri Lanka, but regardless.”

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Pair of absolute dickheads have baby on Christmas Day

A COUPLE of top-tier tools have f**ked up royally by giving birth to a baby on Christmas Day, of all the f**king days. 

James and Hayley Bates welcomed their first child to the world at 9.22am on Thursday December 25th, 2025, without apparently giving the first thought to what a nightmare they have made their son’s birthday for the rest of his life.

Midwife Joanna Kramer said: “They actually seemed pleased, the idiotic pair of self-centred pricks. They thought it was ‘fun’.

“Fun? Tell that to your poor bastard kid who’ll never get a birthday party. Who’ll get swindled with joint presents. Who even when he turns 18 won’t get to go for birthday drinks with his mates.

“Because you couldn’t stop yourself frenziedly rutting at the end of March, that child’s birthday will always be an afterthought. He’ll be 88 in a care home and won’t get his own cake.

“You’ve ruined a life, and when he’s old enough to understand – my guess is when he’s about six – he’ll hate you for it. Reap what you sow, you cretinous f**ks.”

James Bates said: “We were going to call him Theo, but what with the date we’re thinking Santa might be a wonderful name. He’ll grow to love it.”