Either I’m really, really drunk, or Miley Cyrus was cavorting with a midget wearing a nosecone bra while singing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I guess that was as appropriate a way to end 2013 as any other.
So far 2014 hasn’t impressed me much.
I’m going to bed. Maybe I’ll see you in the morning.
(Don’t you hate it when you’re going into the light and the paramedics drag you back?)