Take a look at this box. Not a single -blam!-ing thing I asked for this Christmas. No new controller, no new headset, and no Battlefield 4. Instead....I get this....I got 6 -blam!-ing tacky ass shirts. Merry Christmas to my -blam!-ing scumbag parents. When I questioned where the -blam!- the stuff I asked for was, they said "HURR UR 19 NOW U DONT NED VIDEJAMES HURR" yeah and guess what the shirts cost MORE than if they had just gotten me what I asked for. What a bunch of clueless -blam!-s. You may be wondering where the other gifts are. That's it. That's all there -blam!-ing is. These shitty 6 shirts, a blanket that's TOO -blam!-ING SMALL, and around $200 from various relatives. Call me selfish or spoiled all you want, but I'm having a -blam!-ing miserable Christmas. Dipshit dad watching football all day, mom making the house smell like shit with her -blam!-ing cooking. Yeah, happy God damn Chirstmas. At least I have you guys....