Merry Merry Shitmas.

Tis the season to stretch that super-consumer muscle! Don't forget to trample the dude to death! You know, the one opening the door to the Walmart. THE FUCKING WALMART, PEOPLE.

Anything Christmas-related makes me grit my teeth and want to punch things.
frenzied debt-inducing shopping? why thank you, I'll pass!
decorating the outside of the house? no thanks!
carolling? you know what? no.
egg nog? *vomit*
Oh and whoever decided that christmas music needs to start playing the day after halloween should be tarred and feathered. Straight up.

It's all fucking horrid. Well all except when you're in the mall and you see that one little kid that's clearly not diggin sitting on santa's lap, yet the parents MUST have that picture taken and the kid's just screaming away, throwing a tantrum? yeah that makes me giggle like a school girl. LOVES it.

"HO! HO! HO! MERRY CHRI-..." Shut up Santa, just. SHUT.UP.

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