If I had a death wish, it’d be for Matt Damon to either [a.) kick my door to splinters] or [b.) come crashing through my window, Bourne-style] on Christmas morning, clad with this sweater. He’d then pull out two silenced handguns, tell me that I was on Santa’s naughty list and execute me in a fashion similar to the Boondock Saints. Only it’d be Matt Damon instead of two Irish fellas.
(Source: thedailywhat)