Yes, yes, we all know what time of year it is.
Time for Asherly to misread postcards.
Time for the shittiest movies of the year to make the most money.
Time to recieve PSAT scores.
Time to fight off fellow shoppers at the hell-hole dubiously titled "WALMART."
Time to waste 2 billion trees in gift wrap, gift bags, tissue paper, christmas cards, envelopes, and printed out directions from Mapquest.
Time to recieve shitty presents that would be really offending if you actually gave a damn.
Time to watch Christmas movies that you see year after year, but your mom still ties you to the chair and duct tapes your eyes open.
Time to see family members whose names you can't remember, but seem to remember you from when you were "this little."
Time to freeze your a** off as your run around with your little cousins getting tackled ruthlessly.
Time to remember why you hate the holidays so ******** much.
DrasBrisingr · Sat Dec 17, 2005 @ 03:05am · 2 Comments |