Happy New Year Queefs and Queefettes!
Party at our house tonight! You’re all invited, but you can’t stay until midnight. I haven’t made it till midnight on New Years Eve in 6 years and I’m not about to start now. I’ve done the bars and the parties and the dressing up all fancy and all that New Year’s-y crap and now, going to sleep at a reasonable hour and not waking up hating life on the first day of the new year is sort of a thing I do ever since I kissed my 20’s goodbye.
It’s kind of a tradition.
Also, I don’t really care about New Year’s.
Nobody gives you a present on New Year’s, but they should. The stuff from Christmas is old now.
So yeah. Come on over.
I’m gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.
- Bring Out Your Dead
- Christmas Card Roulette
- Thank Jeebus it’s over, right?
- Fine. I’ll Worship Myself Then.
- Okay, yesterday we learned that there are THREE kinds of people in this world. Those who bring lonely sandwiches, those who bring lunchboxes full of crap, and those who take the whole thing way too seriously (or not seriously enough, depending on how you look at it).