Hey, Kids. Happy New Year. If you, like us, are just waking up, you probably feel like shit, too. But hey, we didn't get punched in the vagina or cry on the subway while hugging a four-pack of Charmin this year, so it was a pretty good one, all things considered. And that's an OK way to start the New Year... even if our cat did piss in our bed while we were sleeping in it because we drunkenly closed the door to the room where the litter box is hidden. We were so drunk we weren't too far from pissing in the bed ourselves, so we can't be that mad at her, right? Right. Also, we're very happy to report that we didn't send any drunken emails to ex-lovahs. We had to check the sent folder this morning, just to be sure, but we didn't. And that, friends, really is a sign of good things to come this year.