Holidays

It's the season when everyone unites and collectively sets their asses for some elongated sessions of nonstop alcohol, nicotine and other rated R stuff until no one knows what day it is anymore, or how long its been since they've been wearing the same shirt. Even at such a foggy state of mind, when kangaroos are no longer marsupials but rodents, and when laptop keyboards spark, we can still talk about a black hole in the universe sucking up everything causing the universe to fucking collapse and cave in as we permute the remaining energy into matter. Scary stuff...
I smell like. Grass. boo.