The best night followed by the worst news.

Have you ever had the BEST night and want to share it with someone?

And the person you call first is the person you feel understands you, and you look forward to hearing that person's voice...

It's not big news, but it's the kind of thing that someone who cares about you will be happy to hear. And happy for you.

But when you do hear that person's voice, before you get the chance to share the news, they drop a bomb. A "Bad news bomb" that says they care about you a lot, AND FUCK YOU (in French).

A pile of shit, wrapped in a BIG HUGE PURPLE BOW, with tiny pink roses stuck in all over. It's like a shit bouquet. Pretty! But it stinks.

"Enjoy!! It will linger...because it's shit. And I wish I could help you untie the ribbon, but I have to go."

The ribbon helps, but only to the extend that it makes my night/life seem oddly more hysterical.