... and you're all invited! Don't forget the booze!
After having to work all Easter weekend I came home to my sad little empty house. My family went out of town taking The Boy with them. While the rest of you feasted on glazed ham and roasted lamb, I had McDonald's for Easter dinner. Not even good McDonald's... it was the kind cooked by bitter employees working on a holiday, where the food sits out under a heat lamp all day, shriveled and extra sucky.
I decided to rent a movie to try and perk myself up; Death at a Funeral. As I sat down to eat my shitty McDonald's and watch the movie my DVD player decides to die... obviously it was depressed by it's miserable surroundings and committed suicide.
And then a "friend", who shall remain nameless, decided to text and get me all riled up. If you could see me right now I am narrowing my eyes at you menacingly.
I will now be eating myself into a diabetic coma with Easter candy.