Not to imply that I ever give this blog any less than my full attention, but its been a busy year and also a very comically stupid year. For anyone doing a 2017 year-end recap, STOP. It's a folly to document ANYTHING with the stench of this year on it, so let's just try to keep this bath salts buzz rolling as long as we can, yeah? You know who I blame? The fucking Patriots. No, not the MAGA dipshits you'll find in the dregs of your Facebook feed with bedazzled American flag trucker hats and Crocs yelling at peaceful protesters on SportsCenter.
The football Patriots.
After their 87 point comeback in 12 seconds during UFC 51 against the big dumb freedom-hating Falcons, the whole country basically went to a deep, dark place with every bad thing that happened in this country after that emanating from there. Hell, the Pats even gave the rotted pork loin sitting his fat ass in the oval office an actual Super Bowl ring. How about that? Doesn't that just make you want to die?
And its a good thing if so, because we're all on Hyperloop One headed towards nuclear winter, anyway. Get used to sustaining off kombucha and Ed Sheeran records because the end of days is nigh. Anyway, here's what I listened to this year while wishing for even someone as punchable as Jake Paul to be our new Dear Leader.