Less important than a sack of Flying Hamsters

*Special Announcement*

The Disclaimer that normally goes here was stolen by a man in a Pirate Suit.

If you see a man fitting this description then grab the nearest blunt object, and Bludgeon him until he returns my Damned Disclaimer!

*End Special Announcement*

Well . .it's the new year . .It's been the new year for almost four days . .and to tell the truth For the past twenty-two years of my life I've been trying to understand why people get all excited when another year goes by.

Why?

Is it because you people look forward to seeing what new advances in technology we wont have?

Or is it people enjoy the fact that this means you will inevitably be getting one year closer to dying?

Just give this new years s*** a rest!

Go get hammered all you want . .but come next year I dont wanna see no Damned glowing Turd drop in the center of New York while all the onlookers cheer as time slips slowly away from all of them.

For those of you who enjoy celebrating this sick, twisted Pseudo-holiday . . .Please stop telling me what you did!

I give a S*** what you and your loved one and a Midget with a goat did on New Years!

For those of you who have a Morbid curiosity though I'll tell you what I did to celebrate the knowledge that this year will bring me one year closer to my inevitable meeting with the reaper.

I Slept!

I Slept Good!

I Slept Long!

And I Slept Well!

So now you know . .Now all of you can rest peacefully know that while most of you were out getting plastered . . .I Slept!

As for a Punchline which I'm sure a lot of you look forward to in my little rambles . .you're not going to get one.

F*** Off!