Happy Festivus Everyone. I gotta Lot of Problems with you people. My grievance this year is with death. More specifically, with people grieving in the more traditional sense. Look people, for a solid 11 months out of the year, life generally sucks. Thanksgiving is a nice short diversion, but we can generally agree that it ain't all its cracked up to be on this big spinning planet. So tell me why, in the midst of Festivus month, you people would choose to walk around trying to infect me with your cloud of sadness. Look, I don't give a damn that your sad because 29 years ago on this date, your mothers favorite housecat chose to claw its way into another realm, and I don't care that your loving husband just fell off a 15 foot ladder trying to put net lighting on a palm tree. Shit Fucking happens. Keep your anti-Festivus agenda to yourself. Crying is what bathrooms are for, not the office Christmas party. Grow a fucking pair....they probably didn't like you that much anyway.
Happy Festivus All,
TexansTragedy
I'm thoroughly confused.
Posted by: jackie | December 21, 2007 at 12:18 PM