… of this god foresaken year.
Twenty eleven what did you bring me? A busted knee, new wrinkles, a holiday that pissed down with rain every day, a December redundancy just to make my Christmas that extra bit joyous and then to really screw me over you made me lose half of my favourite red leather gloves. And not to mention that you were so monumentally crap that even my hair started falling out too.
So, twenty twelve what will you bring me, hm, other than a Mayan prophecy of apocalyptic proportions? Here, I’ll help you:
- Fix my knee so that I can run again
- Get my hair to grow back
- Give me a job I actually enjoy
- Make Kevin a famous photographer
- And finally, just make it chilled for us
And here’s a little tune to end this anus of a year. La la laaa.
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