For this new year,
I resolve to not listen to the fucked up news in America. It only grows uptight bitterness and paranoia. I resolve to not shave my legs until the hostas tell me its time to do so. For this new year, I resolve to not take a shit at work or in other public places, if I can help it. I resolve to not hang any soiled panties up on social media because nobody cares to view those nasty things. For this new year, I resolve to walk my dog so he CAN crap in that one "special" neighbor's yard and I will not bring a grocery bag to pick up his bits. I resolve what is good for the goose, is also good for that asshole. I resolve to spread the love. One dog pile at a time. For this new year, I resolve to stop making resolutions.
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