We’ve all had it with you 2015…
Enough with your endless reviews, year-end sales and best of lists.
I got one word for you 2015: Trump.
Yep, that’s all anyone is going to remember about you.
Congratulations, 2015, you must be so proud.
So bye now.
Oh and next year, 2016–the year the 2000’s get their driver’s license, starts dating and no longer even pretends to listen to us–yeah that one, happy new year.
I need a drink. Or 2,015 of them.