I have a new George Carlin calendar on my desk, a gift from my parents. The first one, for January 1st, pretty much summed up the end of 2006 for me:
"What about these cretins at the airport gift shop who think somehow they're in the Mall of America? It's an airport! I'm standin' there with one newspaper and a pack of gum; I gotta get to my plane. Why does the genetic defective ahead of me choose this moment to purchase a complete set of dishes and a new fall wardrobe? Was is this, fuckin' Macy's?"
Happy New Year everyone, let's hope '07 is a good one.
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