Well it's that magical time of the year where people start buying shit they don't need for people who don't want it.
Just a note to all you holiday shoppers- don't yell at the sales girl who is only trying to help you. (I know your name and address and I WILL mail you a box of dog poo if you keep up the attitude lady). Also- I hope you caught my illness when you asked me to repeat myself five times though you clearly saw that I could hardly speak you crazy bitch.
Merry Freakin Christmas.