Day 22: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
Dear Santa Clause,
Let me start by saying I don't appreciate you filling my stocking with coal this year. I wasn't even that bad. I mean, I eat 1 baby and all Hell breaks loose. It was just once man, I mean c'mon! No reason to fill my stocking with coal... bitch. The only other bad things I did was kidnap the giraffe from the zoo, handcuff my brother to a park bench at 4 a.m., throw an iguana at Destany, and blow up the presidents wife. I mean, I could have done worse. You could have at least given me a cupcake... or a unicorn. Well, that's all I have to say for now. I hope you're not expecting cookies this year! 'Cause you're not getting any.