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Didn't some academic come up with a formula (well, more like pull some mathematical symbols out of his arse) that proved that 23rd January, there or thereabouts, was the most miserable day of the year? Something to do with being broke, despairing at broken New Years resolutions, and shit weather I think.
My sons' birthday is next week. I think they have a particularly rough deal being twins with a birthday hard on the heels of Christmas. Some tightfisted fucker is bound to get them a joint present for both xmas and birthday, and that tight bastard is probably going to be me at some stage. |
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