To all the people who think you're all that & a bag of chips..."You're going down!"
I don't like you, I don't need you & I can take you down with both arms tied behind my back.
To all child molesters..."You're toast!" A bullet or 2 & a vacant field is all you're gonna get this Festivus.
To those who hurt me in '04..."Be gone before '05!" I ain't got time for you. You're but a weed in my lawn of life, easily pulled out.
There's plenty more, but my Festivus pole is now overflowing. Maybe next year I should get 2?