Just fuck everything. I mean really. Just had to happen.
The Dark Side won.

But the revolution is all the way over there…..
*gestures pathetically towards the door*
Eh I'll revolt later.

Well they can fuck us too, if the world ends in an orgy, might as well enjoy it.

I'll more than likely hand robots the future, if they can supply me some sweet cybernetic powers. I'll even name names, turn in my fellow meatbags.
Sorry fellow humans, you had your chance.

Well I'll fucking take it. I'll take whatever good news you can spare.

I wasn't a huge fan of Wham!, but I'll be damned if I didn't day the "Freedom '90" didn't grow on me.
Rest In Power, Sir George

*heavy resigned sigh*

He sees things from under glass, he looks through his window's eye, he sees the things he knows are his, he sees the bright and hollow sky.

He sees the sided hollow sky, he sees the stars come out tonight, see the city's ripped backsides, sees the winding ocean drive.

He rides and he rides, he looks through his window, what does he see?

So does Chris Pratt's character ride and he ride, ride through the city's backside, see the stars come out of the sky, bright in a hollow sky, yeah they looks so good tonight.

I was gonna say the holidays need more songs about being in the drunk tank.

They taste delicious. At least according to the Johnathan Swift Cookbook for Adults.

Death is never done. That's some good job security there.

Later, Beauregard died of Tuberculosis/CancerAids.

AND met with China. Although to be fair, I think he needed some leverage with Vietnam.

And we still have Kirk Cameron, dammit! The WRONG ACTOR FROM GROWING PAINS DIED!!

Too many.

Did he at least see the error of his ways and apologize or was he an asshole about it?

*one long resigned depressed sigh*