I hate this time of year. Yesterday I had my backpack stolen with my wallet and beloved buck knife and ID in it. I am sitting here in the dark with a large bottle of wodkah waiting for the fucker that stole it to use the KEYS that were in my backpack to steal my xmess gifts if I had any. All they are getting is an xmess *thok* with a 40 pounder of wod on the top of the head.

Hugs and stuff, me.