FUCK.
The one year I actually have something fun to do on
New Year's Eve, when I'm supposed to go down with some buddies and visit my
friend Bryan at the
University of Deleware,
Mother Nature conspires to dump an entire
foot of
snow on my head.
I may go anyway. I'll go
skidding all the way down the
New Jersey Turnpike with by friends in tow, pointing a big
middle finger at the
sky the entire ride down.
Oh yeah, hotshot?
WELL
FUCK YOU TOO.
(Oh, and
Happy New Year!)