Will Long Day and New Years came and went like a fleeting summer downpour. A downpour of booze and hand-screened thong underwear.
And let's not forget the most important part: The DJ at the New Years party I went to played the instant classic "Dick in a Box". Twice. In a row.
Basically we have a long painful dry spell ahead of us in which there are no good holidays to celebrate until July 4th rolls around. And don't give me that Valentine's Day bullshit because that is not a real holiday and I plan on celebrating this year exactly like I did last year's: Writing offensive messages on candy hearts and giving them to strangers, and getting drunk off of Campari and sodas. Take THAT Hallmark, you whiny little bitches.
Upper left corner: It really IS a universal gift for every holiday.
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