Crap Year Stuff
If this year had a form, and all the pain, and uncertainty, and hopelessness were to take for of, say, a 6-week-old Pomeranian, I'd have to pull a Scotty Norwood and... No, no I wouldn't. I'd feed that little fuzzball kibble and put it to sleep in my sock drawer. And that is why you'll never beat us, 2020.
Ends on October 26 at 12AM CT