Published November 30, 2006. |
Excruciating Xmas
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To the bleached blonde in the disgustingly tight shirt: You shoved me out of the way on Saturday afternoon in a desperate lunge for the last package of No Name spaghetti noodles and I pray you rot in noodle hell! Also, what is it that compels people to spend all the money they possibly can before the stores close for one whole day on Christmas? I’m not really into any religion, but I am into buying my basic weekly groceries without having to fight to the death for noodles. Get a life, stop shopping and enjoy the fucking holiday.
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Season’s gratings
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