You're getting a damn card!!! Shank Time.

Haaaaaaa. Dirty Shanks. I love them. You can drudge up some inspiration to be fucked up on here to get an example of what's going to be sent your way and what you should make.

What you will do though (since no one in my group is going to be the subject of our ire) is to make this out to someone else. A card for your boss. Or you loveable partner when they've teetered on your last fucking nerve (OH I know what this is like). Or that hot guy/girl who toys with your heart (even if you've never been in the same room-that's THEIR problem, not your hearts). We need to write them a card to let them have it. So, here we go. You will get the beautiful outlet and your partner will get a side splitting laugh.

It can't be cutesy. It must be inappropriate. No, it doesn't have to be a Hustler letter to the editor. But "Go F yourself"...isn't enough to reallllllly vent it out.

Through the blabber, I hope I've made a piece of sense. 1 card (yes, handmade) for 1 partner (not blank, not a postcard). Questions? Great...carry on.