Day of rest roundup

HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING NEW YEAR BITCHES.

It's 2012, so you know what that means. We've got just under 11 months to live. I expect I'll see you all at the end-of-the-world party Lulu and I will be hosting on December 21st 2012. Shhh, she doesn't know about it yet.

For those of you who don't take part in modern-world time constructs, sorry. I'll stop talking about the new year now!

Also we never talked about Christmas. This is what I got for you all. Sorry, it's not wrapped. And it's late. But it's beautiful.

You're welcome.

You're even more welcome.

PEEKTURES!

I don't know about you, but this is my hope for snowmen.

This is probably the best story ever. Even if it's false.

This is the truth about me. Sorry, y'all.

WE ALL KNOW THIS IS TRUE.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm... puregenius.

The Crying Game[s]

Greetings, single people!

So we all have those times when someone rips your heart out of your chest, sticks a fork in it and declares it to be done. The classic response is to get a pint of Haagen Daaz [Oh, who am I kidding. Several gallons of Haagen Daaz.], curl up with "The Notebook" and complain to everyone that will listen for the following three months about how your life is over. But if you're like me, you have "comfort foods" that require a console and controller. [No, not power tools...put those away! Your buzz saw wont bring him back!....unless....]

Here are three of my favorite games to nurse you through a break-up with your snuggle-buddy...from the end of your epic fairy tale romance, to a nasty break-up with that fuckface, to your Mr Muffin moving far away for a [admittedly fantastic and certainly well-deserved] job promotion. Chin up, you. Somewhere, there's a princess in another castle....so to speak.

Click the jump to feel better about your lonely life!