It's December, the month of giving. You'll need to pay a special tax this month, double the usual, but you shouldn't think that you'll stop spending once the year ends. You must continue to send your little tributes each month because you'll never cease being a loser. You are addicted to my humiliation and my middle finger; you feel lost without me. So, you'll pay whenever I ask you to, without hesitation, just to have the privilege of being in my presence for 5 more minutes. Happy Holidays, pathetic bitch, and see you soon!