'Player 3 loading…' and other cringe ways to announce a pregnancy

WANT to foist your insufferable worldview onto your unborn child? Try one of these stock baby announcements, each of which is so cringe they’re an effective contraceptive: 

‘Player 3 loading…’

We get it, you’re a pair of nerds, you’re impressed you’ve have sex, you want the world to know of your twin interests. Your baby will be aggroing mobs on World of Warcraft, not a milk-sucking loser in pastels like everyone else’s. Joining the game? Sadly this game is life, where the difficulty is random and the final boss unbeatable.

‘His is beer, mine’s a baby!’ 

Pointing to a woman’s protruding baby bump is basic but okay. But what if the partner whose physical involvement ended with ejaculation wants to be involved too? Thankfully this couple has added a kooky sign, saying his belly is just caused by beer. Ha! Funny! What a great dad he’ll be, with his cans and his shit-greetings-card jokes!

A short film with a bun

Oh, you’ve filmed a video of the father confused as to why a random f**king bap is sitting in your oven. What could it possibly mean? Is it a laboured metaphor which would struggle to charm in a panto performed by six-year-olds, rather than two adults who need to do a meter reading and learn what dilation means?

‘We’ve bought some new outfits’ 

Why not reveal you’ll be bringing into the world an autonomous human being with a parade of onesies representing your interest? The kid isn’t born yet and is already an Everton fan, a Disney lover, a Swiftie or whatever other shit their parents are obsessed with. You do know she’ll rebel horribly come her teen years?

‘Announcing the launch of our new collaboration’ 

As if LinkedIn speak hadn’t tarnished enough of life, now babies are introduced to the world as ‘our most challenging project yet’. You’ve ‘accepted a new role as a parent’ have you? I’m afraid you’ll soon find this is a career you can’t bullshit your way to promotion in, and you’ll be starting at the bottom in the very literal sense of wiping it.

‘So, we did a thing…’

F**king millennials. They’re even dicks about having babies.

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Labour's migrant clampdown, explained by a patriot who doesn't believe a word of it

LABOUR? Having a migrant clampdown? Doing one thing and saying the other mate, I should know, I voted for Boris and Brexit. Here’s what’s really happening: 

Stopping foreign students overstaying visas

Yeah well I did some scaffolding on campus and these foreign students? Rich as f**king Crozier, waltzing to lectures with Louis Vuitton backpacks. Not fake either, I know because I nicked one and eBayed it. They’ll just buy a new visa or citizenship if they want to. Terrible state of affairs, wouldn’t have happened under the Tories.

Stopping refugees bringing family members

Means the exact opposite. You know how we’re all related to each other thanks to some randy bastard called Charlemagne? Labour’s taken that to its logical extreme. You can now claim anyone’s your relative as we’re all part of the family of man, and get them over on the next flight. With full luggage allowance and Priority Boarding.

One in, one out

I know all about this policy because I used to work the door at Samoan Joe’s before I got done for affray, and let me tell you it’s never one in, one out. You let the tit in, you let the money in, you let the local dealers in because they know where you live and they hold your gambling debts, soon it’s dangerously overcrowded. Exactly what we’ve seen here.

Deporting failed claimants

Oh, they’re deporting, alright. Know who they’re deporting? Native whites. Straight up, my mate Joe works baggage handling at Stansted and he’s seen them being herded onto flights like cattle. Happened to a mate of mine, rumour was he’d been sent down for noncing but his wife said no way, deported to Sudan for whiteness.

Stopping the boats

They’ve actually accelerated them, by giving in to the French and letting them tilt the Channel at 45 degrees. It’s downhill all the way to Dover now. You could do it on a boogie board. Meanwhile our duty-free’s twice as heavy by weight, cutting our fag allowances and putting hard-working smugglers like Lonnie down the club out of work.

Having a flag

Bollocks Starmer’s got a flag, unless it’s for the Democratic People’s Republic of North Korea. That’s his red, white and blue. No, flags are for me, the Tories and Reform, and the sooner they’re back in the sooner I can stop being bothered about these asylum hotels like I wasn’t before July 2024.