It's not that Christmas parties are all that terrible once the brandy hits the bloodstream. But we introverts dread these things in advance. Why can't we just stay at home and read a good book? Or even a bad one? All you need is a servicable excuse. You can change the world if you have a good enough excuse. Or an alibi.
There is a now a new category of Wrongcards called 'Excuses' which can help you evade unwanted social engagements. And this is the first card! So now you can get out of seeing those people who are expecting you for tea and crumpets. Good excuses provided by Wrongcards. Or perhaps just 'Excuses provided by Wrongcards'. Why sensationalize?
Miss Piggy terrified Kermit and was physically abusive and I alone noticed! Six year old me was FREAKED that everyone forgave her. She's the Charlie Sheen of Muppet World. The only reason today's wrongcard exists is because I have always wanted her head on a stick. I have now formally addressed this topic. Moving on...
Everybody knows that llamas are the second-class citizens of the horse world. I think they're awesome and a bit better than alpacas. Alpacas kind of have a shifty look about them. They're both okay I guess but in a tight-spot I'd rather have a llama with me than an alpaca. I don't know why but my instincts are usually pretty good about this stuff.
This is good advice. A lot of people out there seem oblivious to certain risks. I can try and warn people but my words can only do so much. It's up to all of you to exercise all due caution. Remember: be careful out there.
Whenever someone says something that is contrary to my wishes, interests or world view, I always point out that they are being difficult. But sometimes people call me difficult before I can say that they are. And I hate it. I made this card so I can retain the upper-hand. One should always win at all costs.
You know when a villain ties a person to the railway tracks and sends a letter to the hero saying 'you better get down here or your friend is going to get run over ha ha etcetera?' I don't know if this has happened to me because I tend not to open correspondence. I just forget. Missing the requisite gene I suppose. Here's an ecard for people like me.
It's a terrible thing to be unappreciated. When you are the very glue that holds everyone around you together, you can't expect a thanks, praise or ice-cream. But sometimes it might help to remind your friends and family how integral you are to the structural integrity of their lives.
Sometimes people worry about death. But more often people worry about their earthly remains and whether a close personal friend might be planning to disinter their bodies for one reason or another. So I made a card that you can send along as a reassurance.
Now supposing, for the sake of an argument, that you have had to stab a close personal friend in the leg with a pencil because you were bored. The best next step is to send along this wrongcard - or maybe one that seems more sincere. Whatever. The point is they'll appreciate the apology. And they really won't expect your next attack.