as we reflected, groggily, on last night’s events, hank and i have determined that the boys’ NY resolution is to kill their parents.
it’s a good thing that after a long night of fits thrown and needing drinks of water and “i can’t hear my music” and “i’m too stuffed up to sleep” and “i’m cold” and “i’m hot”, that they look like this:
instead of this:
it makes me think that we’ll make it yet another day. wait. wasn’t that a bond movie? die another day?