Just got back in town and I nearly trip over this damned thing coming in.
"Oh right, I was supposed to open this," I think to myself. Whatever, no big deal--another bauble for th'ol' shelf. You see, in my family, we're not super big on holidays or really anything having to do with emotions; none of us have exchanged presents for at least 5 or 6 years. Therefore, I've been sort of inured to the joy of Christmas, the spirit of giving, that sort of thing. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that as long as the package doesn't contain live fire ants, at this moment I'm treating it as just another thing to check off the return list, between 'turn heat back on' and 'check out bound anime tits on Danbooru.' Anyway, here goes--
Double packed? Tricky!
(Text -- To: Maullarface / From: ?\_(シ)_/?holy mother of god
Jesus Christ this is amazing, like my heart just literally grew three sizes today which will inevitably result in cardiac complications down the road but I don't even care how did you even
The waifu approves as well. Whoever you are, you've taught me the true meaning of Christmas. Now I shall go buy bulk quantities of eggnog on post-holiday sale and pour it over sad street urchins' heads. That is how it works, right?