Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

I met this guy I used to have a crush on when I was about 13. Either he shrunk or I grew taller. But I swear, he’s really tiny now. What the heck happened, man.
So. What a Christmas. Wasn’t much. But not complaining. Used to be a ball. I mean, I remember being small and all, Christmas trees were tall (couldn’t resist that), the decorations used to be really simple. Baubles, those shiny furry stuff, simple things, you know. But now, phwoar. I mean, whoa. And we used to brave the jam and go for midnight mass on X-mas eve. Nowadays, I spend X-mas eve with my friends. We used to be so goddam excited to open presents. One of my uncles gave me a card holder this year. What. the. fuck. dude. I mean, fuck man, it’s so obvious it’s recycled. I really didn’t see that coming. Card holder. Pffffffttttt. Before you can say ‘It’s the thought that counts,’ I can tell ya, there was NO thought involved. Tch.
So next is New Year’s. No plans. Anybody want to get drunk with me? Call me.

And you know what I did for Christmas day? Nothing. NOTHING. dayuuuum …

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