2018

The year is now 2018. You’re still sad. You probably need a new mattress. You regret everything that happened last year. You still don’t have your shit together. New Year, no clue. Same shitty friends... Party at Megan’s!

I did a quick google search for 2017 events and this was the breakdown: Hurricane, hurricane, North Korea, hurricane, solar eclipse, Las Vegas shooting, hurricane. So basically, the future looks bright as we finish up another garbage year.

Do we really need to pretend that 2018 is going to be different or better than 2017? We all know we’re still gonna be horrible next year. If you think about it, things can only get worse.

Adam will be deep frying a turkey. You should bring a dinner dish to add to that meal so we can have some sides and shit. Also, bring alcohol if you’d like to drink. Uber is still a thing but you can probably crash at Megan’s if you don’t mind some inappropriate touching and/or rape. The cuddling is mandatory, crying is optional. See you there!