In florida, we sell sun block on Christmas. Gotta love it<3
Dick Clark’s Rockin New Year’s Eve sets expectations that we can never reach. If I were in charge of ABC I would broadcast live from my cousin Timmy’s basement where we ate spinach dip, sipped on Boone’s Farm Wine and played Yahtzee.
Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore.
I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for.
Check out my forever alone cat in the background. She sits … and waits.
What a d-bag.
I was always under the assumption that it broke the tension.