What the fuck?

You know God...if you want to tell me that my Xmas is just going to suck ass, you could send a friggin' card:

"Dear John,

Your Xmas is going to suck ass. Sorry about that, but it's your turn this year.

Sincerely,

God"

You do NOT have to have a bird try and carpet bomb me as I walk into work from the bus stop.

sheesh