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[kjpepper]

2008 is going out like a cantankerous old miser who stipulates in his will that he wants his vast fortune liquidated to cash, shredded, and buried with him just so no one else can get at it after he dies.

... yeah, that's one grave I'll be gleefully dancing on while training a troupe of skunks to lift their tails at the headstone. And I don't want none of his fortune. So there. Nyeh.


All right, to be fair, it wasn't all bad. I can actually think of several very good things that happened this year if I take a moment to scrape aside the faildant to reveal the delicious cake beneath. I mean, out of a whole year there have to be a few good things in it right? Kinda like Robin Williams impression of how the scots invented golf - you have to put a little flag in the gopher hole to give you bloody hope. (This routine is also the source of the ever hilarious exclamation of "Fuck croquet!")

Anyway. It's snowing bitchcakes and rum out there. And even though the weather pretty much axed my party, I'm looking at it and a possible six-10 inch accumulation as a hopeful sign.

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EIGHTEEN FUCKEN TIMES!

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

That is possibly one of my favorite line deliveries in a comedy routine ever. "FOOCK YER CROQUET!" (Apparently heavy Glaswegian accents are my Kryptonite, because one of the other funniest line deliveries is "I'm the only person I know of to have died in a fucken MUPPET movie!" ... Actually, pretty much everything Billy Connolly says is hilarious because of his delivery.)

And that's right, look on the bright side! And the bright side is BARACK MOTHERFUCKING OBAMA.