OK, so it's Chrassmass. Drunk relatives, DWIs, malls packed with obese creamcheeser shuffing while they lick the drooble of ice cream off their knuckles, blocking every path of escape.
Here's a thread for Chrassmass rants.
Who makes these twisted sinews of hellish intent? Every year, it's the same: open the damn box of Chrassmas lights so carefully laid out last January only to find the results of a drunk bosuns macrame party.
A topologists nightmare, hairball mangled medusa electric 1 dimensional polygonal horrors. Dancing tangled reefknot wretching hitches bowline irreducible constrictors snarled beyond the hope of homotopy to anything resembling a string of twinkling pearls. Intertwined Chris Cringle lost torqued bindled blindness labrinthine awful convolution.
I connipt, I heave and hurling seizure at the hopeless convolvement. Fucking Chrassmas lights.
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