I’m the negative Nancy cynic here and I got something to complain about
If I see one more whimpering tissue snorting emo sob fest Christmas message I’m gonna punch someone in the face and give real reason for sorrow.
Christmas is a day. Two if you want to throw in an ‘Eve”. It is not a season it is not a month it is perhaps THIRTY SIX FUCKING HOURS.
Now with those hours you can opt for a few things.
You can drink to excess, you can fight with someone you wont see for another year. You can cry cuz your last year sucked, you can pout cuz you didn’t get a Porshe or you can SHUT THE FUCK UP and deal like a big kid.
Here’s the deal Elfkins, unless your fucking 6, your Christmas will not live up to your expectations. The crescent rolls wont have wafts of steam rising from them, no fat guy is jamming his ass down your chimney and glitter isn’t going to shoot from your fingers.
Sorry.
That’s the facts.
Me? I sure as hell wont be where I want to be but I will make the best of whats before me for those THIRTY SIX FUCKING HOURS approximately 8 of which I will be ASLEEP.
Twenty EIGHT freakin hours, seriously?
I suggest you all make the best of it.
Anyone old enough to write a check should have the ability to brave face 28 hours of their lives.
Which leads me to these fuckbags:
“Hurts”.
The name alone makes me want to kick this UK duo in the balls
. Grow up, stop spreading sorrow.
So they offer up this slab of crap for your whimpering enjoyment.
Id say enjoy but that would go against their wishes.
They suck- this sucks and do your best to not have your TWENTY EIGHT HOURS suck
Get on with it already.