Happy New Year From SCOF

Ahh…New Years Eve, a night of romance and whimsy where
love is first found and then quickly lost when your date starts
puking their brains out at 11:30. Just remember you probably just
paid $75 for what is now coming straight out of your companion’s
face hole, and last time I checked nice restaurants do not
accept returns for full refunds. This year I will forego the hoopla
to sit at home with my wonderful family and most likely fall asleep
on the couch well south of midnight surrounded by PBR
Spaldings. So tonight when the New Year baby makes his mad dash
through the party, don’t be alarmed. That is just your drunk fat
friend in a diaper…not a real baby. May your 2011 smell
like fish,