Had enough?
Its always darkest before the dawn; what comes around goes around; every cloud has a silver lining; don't shit where you eat... you know, all that crap. Another day, another dollar; where's my dollar?, etc.
So just for the record, in case you haven't been paying attention lately, I'm getting pretty well and permanently screwed, here. So here's taking orders for the eminent dancing on my grave thing. Who's next? Santa?
Hi Santa, have a beer. Its brewed from the very best fermented souls of well-meaning individuals everywhere - those suckers, one in particular is especially fresh and spicy this year - and sprinkled cheerfully for the holidays with a light decorative dust made up exclusively of the crushed bones of fallen angles. God sends his best. Bottoms up!
Drunk yet?