Festivus Airing of the 2016 Grievances
My loves, it’s been a real motherfucker of a year. And I’ve never celebrated Festivus, but 2016 seems like the year to do it.
So here’s your space for airing grievances. Take to the comments and tell 2016 to go fuck itself with an aluminum pole. And if you’re one of those enlightened types that doesn’t blame a calendar year for struggle, you can give your middle fingers to anything else you see fit.
Because really and truly, fuck this year into the sun.
Know that we really super love you all, and we’re hugely grateful for every one of you. Happy everything, my loves.