Eat me Saint Nick.
Xmas can suck my balls. So can all the little greedy bitches that think it's all about them and presents and how much money their family can waste on them for something that they'll use, not use, break, throw away and bullshit. So we're not gonna get mom a washer. Sucks cause I'm getting sick of the laundr-o-mat everyotherweekorso. Might go xmas shopping. I came up with some things I can buy [or not buy] people. Just cause I know they'd want it. They don't ask for it. It's just something nice I can do. But it's hush hush. And this has just got to be the best Christmas present ever: My dad buying Larry a nice $500 suit to wear to Mema's funeral. Harharhar.