HAPPY TWO THOUSAND FOURTEEN, or is it twenty fourteen?


In any case, you’ll have a hard time remembering it’s not 2013 anymore. It’s inevitable.

Hopeless indeed. I hope this year is better than the last one, being an even number and all.

I’d like to give a shout out to the people who spent almost 24 hours in the cold waiting for the ball in Times Square to drop, I hope the wait without a restroom in sight was worth it. May you poop to your heart’s content now that it’s over.

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