My dark little darlings:
I hope you have a great time tonight, and that you arrive home safely. I want to write about blood and guts being splattered everywhere, not hear about it actually happening. Where’s the fun in that?
As for the Sniders, we’ll be watching New Year’s Evil, playing Saint’s Row, and guzzling pots upon pots of life-sustaining coffee.
Because, y’know, we are Party. Animals.
Here’s hoping the new year brings you all kinds of awesome. And, presuming we don’t all explode in a ball of fiery 2012 world-ending doom, I look forward to the year with you.