Happy New Year (almost)! We’re going to ride 2011 like the unicorn we never had, right Interwebz?!? Right?!?!?
I need more caffeine, too.
But my black eyed peas are stewing, my collard greens are in the crisper, and my cast iron skillet is curing. Feel free to come on out to Hoboken tomorrow afternoon and enjoy a traditional Southern New Years meal. I’ve got homemade raspberry preserves and everything!
Then you should probably flee. Immediately. Because I don’t see how a room full of hungover people consuming large quantities of beans can possibly end well.
Yes, I’m stalling. I don’t love today’s video but I don’t have time to re-record it. If you don’t like it, blame Aunt Sharon. I let her decide which version to use. (Hi Share Bear!)
I’ll do better next year. Pinky swears.
Happy Mother Fucking Booze Time cum New Years Eve Extravangaza-itude, bitches.