My secret santa is better than your secret santa. Fact.

I woke up this morning and my sister gave me a massive parcel, and I had to wait for my dad so I could open it. It was kind of like Christmas morning, but 2 days late. I opened the box and there was a ton of cool stuff. My secret santa, Annie (I couldn't really read her username at this point) had given me two t-shirts from local breweries to Alaska. I like beer. This is a good thing. She says the nerf stuff is because she was forcing American pro-gun-ism on me. And I assume the candy is there because its tasty. The box was kinda practical, I guess, too. But anyway, whomever gets Annie next year will be lucky. She's a bad-ass. She's even got my dad and sister to sign up for the next big exchange. I'm off to go sweat in my shirt and shoot my sister till she gets pissed at me now.