But not this year. I Demand Satisfaction! 2012 is the last year we've got. It's Armageddon baby. The end of time. I say we bring on the sub-zero midnight ping pong tournaments. Bring on the nature walks. Go flipping with friends, and throw a molotov pumpkin at Christmas trees soaked in gasoline on Utah Lake. It's 2012. We're two weeks in and I'm giving the Rapture the finger
Saturday, January 14, 2012
I Demand Satisfaction!
If I could use just one word to describe January it would be "meh". Nothing ever really happens in January. I mean, it starts off with a bang, but once the ball is dropped and that last flake of confetti has met the cement...everyone kinda stands around with blank faces as if to say, "Well, what now?"
But not this year. I Demand Satisfaction! 2012 is the last year we've got. It's Armageddon baby. The end of time. I say we bring on the sub-zero midnight ping pong tournaments. Bring on the nature walks. Go flipping with friends, and throw a molotov pumpkin at Christmas trees soaked in gasoline on Utah Lake. It's 2012. We're two weeks in and I'm giving the Rapture the finger
But not this year. I Demand Satisfaction! 2012 is the last year we've got. It's Armageddon baby. The end of time. I say we bring on the sub-zero midnight ping pong tournaments. Bring on the nature walks. Go flipping with friends, and throw a molotov pumpkin at Christmas trees soaked in gasoline on Utah Lake. It's 2012. We're two weeks in and I'm giving the Rapture the finger
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