Friday arrived at 12 last night with a resounding PLOP! And the rest of the time he's been figgurin' out exactly what his ethos is going to be for this week. Is he a starwars geek in a stormtrooper suit, or is he a pro-wrastler done up with hornrim glasses and a pocket protector? Is he a transmaulable robot (like that eeeevil robot guy in T2, destined to be runner up to Mulder as Agent Dogget) or a cute little robot dog that does your dishes? Perhaps with all this introspection, Friday's just gonna do what feels right. Perhaps today, I don't give a rat's ass.
So happy holidays! Merry Fuckin' and Happy Gjoddamn and all that, I for one, am happy just to take a rest.
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