It's the Paranoid Armageddonists' New Year! I wonder how many delusional doomsday goobers are sitting in the disaster shelter in camos right now occupying themselves alternatively with cycling the pump gun and counting the cans of bruswick stew.
Don't forget to fit in and drink skunky Corona bottles with a fruit slice jammed down the neck. Maybe pick up a big sombrero before visiting ChiChis(or Taco Bell, as the case may be) for a frozen margarita, too. Nothing says "I'm not an un-hip gringo" quite so well.
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