2007: The Year That Came and Went, All Over My Face

And that was that; back to the daily grind like nothing ever happened. It's pretty much the same every year: The clock turns midnight, followed by drunk kisses that eventually lead up to a good, hard fuck. By eventually, of course, I mean 12:05 or however long it takes you to get home/find an empty bathroom stall. Yah, I'm a nasty whore like that.

But seriously, what's left after the ball drops? Pants drop.

Hope you had a good one, I know I did. Happy New Year!