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You guys, you know what drives me crazy? - Genital warts? - What? - Genital warts. - No. Carla, no. No, w-w-what drives me crazy is the-is the pressure that we put on ourselves to make Christmas perfect, guys. Look, Christmas is supposed to be fun. Yes, why am I responsible for getting every gift for everyone in my entire family? I mean, just 'cause I'm a girl? - Yeah. - It's 2017! I thought so. Why can't my husband buy presents for his own mom? I don't even like his mom. She blames her farts on my kids. - What? - You know what I do? - With my big dumb son? - What? Every November, I just go into his room grab a bunch of random crap wrap it up, give it to him on Christmas. - He doesn't even notice. - Seriously? Oh, my God, I've given him the same baseball glove like nine times. And how lame are the gifts that your family gives you? I spend months picking out the perfect gift for everyone in my family and all I ever get is coupons for free back rubs. Oh, that's so wrong. You know what my son gave me last year for Christmas? A box of Ziploc baggies. Think I'll probably just wrap it up and give it back to him again this Christmas. You guys, I'm just like a-a-a giant stress ball from November to New Year's. I just wanna enjoy Christmas again. Yeah.