Fuckin Christmas. Woopty fuckin do. Know how I'm gonna bring it in? A bottle in my hand, and hateful emotions in my heart. Why? Think. This Christmas I was supposed to come home in that high speed uniform, to a loving wife, and a welcome home party. Know what I got when I DID come home? A pissed and confused woman, wearing my name, telling me to get out. So yea...Merry Fuckin Christmas.