The whole united stinks of amerigone, god bless us, is in need of a purge. It is with this in mynd that I pack mah bags for the fair city of New York to usher in the New Year. I have no idea why this is on my list of things to do before I die.
First off, New York holds no special place in the chronology of history or the history of chronology. New Years in New York really just kind of invented itself. All I know is I don't drink, it's going to be ass bass ass bass bassa assa cold out there in Father Time Square and my BRILLIANT chapeau is little consolation.
On the other shoe, there's a part of me that wants to swim in a sea of New Year's Wishes. *shoots self*
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Wow, nice in joke title
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