December Dickhead!!

IT'S 2015!!

All the Nominations for the 2014 Dickhead of the Year are in..
Well, almost. Don't forget December.
Only one Nomination. Check it.

Dickhead Home Wrecker!

Chris and the members of his Super Smash Bro's Fan Fiction club (I know, right? What a Geek) throw a christmas party. Turns out the sort of people that take part in this club vary from trendy art students to weird middle aged wankers, I mean bankers. 

That one in the middle is doin' yoga

Deeby is enjoying his night elsewhere with the rest of The Dickhead Gang and persistently rings Chris in the hope of getting him to join them. It's midnight when Deeby rings an obviously drunk Chris once more.

“Oi Chris, Where are ya?”
“Bruv.” The word slurred. “Mate, ” He continues to cry. “Aww mate.”

“What's happened?” Deeby asks.

“I got with someone from the club.”

“Yes, Chris!”

“No Deeby!”

“Why? Is she not hot?”

“Nah, she's hot. Really hot. Spanish. Tanned. Talented. An incredible writer...” (Geek), “And she plays Super Smash Bro's...” (Double Geek).

Errr... Wrong game, love.

In their drunken state, their exchange took a left turn as Deeby wanted to get on with his party. As a result, he never found out what Chris was being a baby about. The next day though, hanging like Mofo's...

“Oi Deeby, How was your party?”

“Mate, I'm mashed. Weren't as good as yours though, was it?”
“What? I don't remember anything.” Chris admits.

“Oh Shame,” Deeby chuckles. “Remember anything about making out with a Super Smashing Spanish Sista?”

“What?” Chris suddenly sounded very worried.

“Mate,” Deeby query's “What's wrong with her?”

“Nah, I didn't get with her, I couldn't have got with her.”

“Mate, What's wrong with her?”

“I was probably just drunk and hype when I told you that. I didn't get with her.”

“CHRIS!!”

“She's 40, married and has two kids.”

Is that a PS1?

Deeby let's that sink in...

“Shit, Chris. You're a home wrecker.”

“Nah, I didn't get with her.” Chris insists.

“You're a home wrecker, dude.”

“Trust me, I didn't get with her.”

“Is she hot?”

“Smoking... Fuck My Life. I might have got with her. Next week is gonna be so awkward.”

“Chris, do you remember anything from last night?”

“Very little.”

“Well, you better find out. If you didn't get with her, you're a dickhead for making that shit up, I mean, who does that? If you did, You're a dickhead home wrecker. And I really wanna find out which kind you are.

It's 2015. He never found out, so he's nominated for both.

Have a Dickhead 2015 y'all!!

Results for the 2014 Dickhead of the Year coming soon.