Last Post of the Year: Keep Your Legs Crossed, Gentlemen

With less than two hours to go before the old year’s kaput I’m. . . sitting on the couch trying to think of something to post. My significant other is working this evening; if you want your One True Love to be with you on major holidays don’t fall for a guy who works in television.

So I’m sober and alone on New Year’s Eve. Could be worse, though. I found an article with the redundant headline Woman’s Charges: Malicious Castration.

Is there any other kind? A Google search for “lovey-dovey fuzzy-bunny castration” brought up zero hits, though that will cease to be the case as soon as this post goes up.

Sorry, guys. Got nothin’. I’ll come up with something better next year, I promise.