Friday, December 09, 2011

What the Fuck My Problem Is

So about 15 minutes after I hit "publish" on my last post, and about 2 minutes down the road on my way to work, I realized why I'm so fucking pissy right now (in addition to yesterday's anniversary, which stretches into today for me, because I didn't hear about that thing until the morning after).

You see, it's between Thanksgiving and, say, January 5 or so. I hate everything, everything is shit, fuck you you fucking fucks, and have a lovely and peaceful motherfucking holiday season, you fucking butt-pirate leg-pissers. I am the fucking living embodiment of the motherfucking War on Christmas, bitchez, and I'm okay with that, because it's the most fuckawful time of the year and I'm not responsible for my actions, because, and I mean this quite literally, Jesus made me do it. Whatever it was.

So, y'know, fuck you. And Merry Fucking Christmas.

Heh. "Butt-pirate leg-pissers." Don't think you've seen that for the last time.


Jim H. said...


Randal Graves said...

You just need to find your inner drum circle, om, om, om.

Sasha said...

Dr. Maddow, the great, calls it SantaCon. Perhaps that might help define your boundaries as not being part of it.

And my word is one letter off of shit car.