Tis the Season It's that time of year, my fellow shitlords... That time of year where you have to put up with constant complaints and back-handed compliments at work. Where you have to hear things like "oh you're so lucky you can eat whatever you want" when you grab a cookie from the table or indulge yourself at the Christmas feast your company so graciously provided for you. When your fat co-workers make fun of you, saying you need to put on some weight (they are all on Weight Watchers) so they can temporarily feel good about themselves by trying to put you down. When you have to grit your teeth in the pure effort it takes not to scream in their faces "yeah I can eat this fucking cookie because eat well the rest of the time and work out you fat fucking pigs!!" So enjoy this merry time of the year, my fellow shitlords. I hope you can make it through these hard upcoming days of dealing with fatass co-workers and relatives bitching and moaning about how much weight they're going to put on because of all the "temptations." Here's you to beautiful bastards. Cheers.