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Turkeys carving Children starving Feast on the table Homeless and disabled Christmas tree aglow Wanderer with nowhere to go Pull the crackers read...

For this part, I thought I was ripping off a scene from Seven (Google it, unless you're as old as me then you won't have to). So why does my wife think I stole it from a Christmas episode of the Vicar of Dibley? I'm not posting tomorrow. If Mrs L finds me anywhere near a computer screen on Christmas Day it won't just be the turkey being stuffed. She's right of course. It's the one sacrosanct day of the year we have left to bask in the warmth of our families and loved ones. It would be a shame to waste it. Normal service will resume on Boxing Day (tha's Part 4...the one with the sex scene). Merry Christmas L42

The wind chill in Buffalo right now is in the minus digits. The wind speed is in the 60-mph range. It is dubbed by meteorologists as “a generational...

Storm was an understatement. They may have been speaking a language Lore was fluent in but they had no hope of understanding any of the noise that...

I remember many years ago, some shops did, things like buy 5 get 2 free. I remember buying toothbrushes, and other things that I didn’t need. So, I...

Ahem...this is a Christmas story that comes in six parts. I've shamelessly stolen the plot from Charles Dickens and the format from Channel 5's Taskmaster... and maybe a bit of 'It's a Wonderful Life'. It's also seasoned with ground up bits from the Greek classics. To be honest I've tried to exert as little effort as possible when it comes to cranial activity. I sort of just pinched some stories and typed them out. There's a sex scene in part 4 or 5 that competes well with anything Alan Titchmarch has written and in places things get quite dark. Apart from that, merry Xmas. xx (Pictures mine...taken in Calgary, Canada)

I had a text to let me know I needed to bring my car in for its MOT. I rang the garage up and looking at my calendar on my wall, I had to decide when...

Remember these three? image created by me at The Pulp-O-Mizer.

It was Christmas Day and a horrible incident was about to unfold. When it happened, I was only four years old. It was Mom's last Christmas, she'd...