Hey shit rats, how’s your week treating you?

Instead of scrambling around the mall like a bunch of bilge rats on a sinking Pirate ship of capitalism, might I suggest to you that you grab some whiskey and egg nog and come sit for a spell?

Look.  2016 has been a year of piss.

Just piss dribbling everywhere.  Down your leg, into your Sunday best.

Making you smell like a homeless man at a bus stop.

2016 has been a real piss fest and I’m happy to say we are in the final stages of this pissy year, and I couldn’t be happier.

Christmas is hard.  It’s hard on families, relationships, and wallets and the thing is that most importantly – it shouldn’t be.  The holidays are about getting drunk and stoned with your friends and family.  Not about anything else (certainly not about some made up cult religion either).  I’m excited to say that another spin around the sun is almost at its end for the DIAG squad and I hope for all of the readers out there that you have a happy fucking holiday and get drunk as fuck and pass out under the Christmas tree.

Here’s some Twisted Sister:

pictured:  me on December 24th