Tired of trudging through the longest night of your life with drunk retards projecting the fancy glaze of christmas grease onto your stubborn reality? Wish that the world would forget your pulse while it marched it's merry manglers into a colorful oblivion? Having a hard time morally getting out of work related holiday gatherings?
Just remember, nothing guts a glutton harder than dumping malice onto the spiritual end of a JC birthday : "Well, since I don't believe in God, why the fuck would you expect me to celebrate his son's birthday with you?". I am pretty sure that will make the well wishers of the world scratch you from their burdened Christmas thoughts.
I like the Xmas season because it's a haunted house of dark wood, low light attic smells and mess mashes of multi-colored electricity . So, it is appreciated because it retains an aesthetic as an absolute aromatically lit killing ground. That being said, it should be of no surprise that a rotten fucker like me isn't all jumped about getting caught in doing something he "really ought" to do for the holiday season.
