We drove to your house and parked a big black Suburban. Instead of leaving on all your yard decor that's set to music you're broadcasting at a low frequency that can be picked up on our car radio... Instead of, as tradition dictates, coming out to dance for us draped head to toe in Christmas lights, you SHUT OFF ALL YOUR CHRISTMAS LIGHTS the moment we pulled up. That hurt, man. Still not over it.
I'm going to have to say it. OUTRAGE!
