So the wife and I were just trying to decide if we were going to make it til midnight this New Year’s, and we saw — live on national television — a handful of twenty-somethings talking to one of the on-air personalities — earnestly and unashamedly — about how they suited up wearing diapers to the festivities in Times Square.
That’s your fifteen minutes. Diapers in Times Square.
I mean, wearing adult diapers with some of your closest friends seems like one of the most apropos ways to finish off 2017, so I guess there’s that.
Needless to say, we’re not staying up.
2017, we knew ye entirely too well.
Down here in Australia we’re fourteen and a half hours into 2018 and the world hasn’t imploded yet.
So far so great!
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Make sure to keep the rest of us posted pending the apocalypse
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Don’t wish to appear like I’m dragging the chain or anything but there’s so many potential apocalypses to keep a-track of I think I’m gonna need the multi-channel television version of ‘a bigger boat’ to do justice to that task!
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