We get it: You WILL go down as the crappiest year to date, a real pisser as far as units of time go.
But here’s the thing: It’s YOUR days that are numbered, you uncle-effer!
That’s right, Two-Oh-One-Six, you have been given just a few MOR days of wreaking havoc on all of us, then ya can just fuck off.
But I have just one request of your sorry ass:
How about evening things up a wee bit and take some of the shit people instead of just grabbin’ all the good ones, you miserable excuse for a year.
Redeem yourself while you still got a chance, and take out the fucking trash.
—robbie edmonds
Flommist Robbie Edmonds would love to sit down with you and discuss his theories of mind-swapping and time travel, but it appears as if he, as his cat, just left to stop himself from doing so … AGAIN! Copyright © 2016 Robbie Edmonds. 2016 collage via Carl Price.
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