Every year Lrudlrick makes it that much more difficult to get him a Christmas present. This year, my original idea was sort of blown up (I'm not revealing it in the hopes I may turn this around). I briefly alluded to the item and he said, "Eh. I done with it."
Then he threw out his sneaks because of some strange substance he stepped in. So I thought getting him those custom Nikes would be the perfect gift. His impatience has thrown that out the door. He just called me at Sport Authority.
Geez...
