Ah, Christmas. This night when I think back to how my father died in his sleep 24 years ago, giving us the most depressing Christmas morning ever.
I'm celebrating with vodka straight up, no ice.
And fuck Christmas.
Ah, Christmas. This night when I think back to how my father died in his sleep 24 years ago, giving us the most depressing Christmas morning ever.
I'm celebrating with vodka straight up, no ice.
And fuck Christmas.
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