The genius that is LGF is once again thinking faster than the rest of us.
And when I say us surely I'm only talking about me, my habit, my ego and myself.
It's just that he dug up the best end-of-the-year gift cards...
You know the dude that always answers "the sky man" when you ask him what's up.
That girl that keeps yapping about how her man should put a ring on it while you are trying to a)get some work done b)get your dance on. (Of course you could just tell her the reason why is that a)she's a bitch b)if she would give it up once a fortnight she'd be alright c)you're fucking him which means d)he's an asshole).
Your boss who keeps making really inappropriate jokes and how you lay awake at night feeling awful about how you keep laughing at them because you don't want to lose your job. Thinking deep down inside you'll probably go to hell for it. And that while you're there you're mom will come straight down from heaven to slap you because she remembered and because she didn't raise you that way and -most importantly- just because she can.
Release the stress.
Anonymously like on Valentines day if you must.