This is just admitting that there is a considerable amount of bad. Like I've found some life-hack and you feel cheated. "You can't have all that guilt free masturbation AND get your annual gift wrapped copy of America's Best Comics. No. It takes 52 Sundays of getting up early to be bored out of your skull by someone who has no business being on a stage except that he excels at self righteousness before you're qualified to get new guitar strings and a reindeer who poops chocolate covered raisins in a fluffy red sock. You can't just march in here for the good stuff!"
I do have to hand it to you Christians, I love that reindeer. I just hold that thing up to my face, making it poop out the little treats right into my mouth as my family laughs and laughs. Happy Birthday Baby Jesus.
