Let’s face it. New Year’s Eve 2020 should be filed under ‘socks for Christmas.’ Let’s take a stagger down memory lane for all the New Year’s Eve celebrations from 1975 to 2019. They were all proper celebrations. Nothing but public drunkenness and good wishes for your fellow citizens. Happy New Year to one and all from the BSBFB! And try not to slobber on too many strangers.
Ah, hot oil fried turkey. It’s a favorite with portly barefoot gentlemen everywhere.
October 9th is Leif Erikson Day! I’ve been waiting all year for this one. I’ve been working on my parade float for months. It’s mostly covered with the skulls of my vanquished enemies. Don’t worry, I’ve also got big stew pots for boiling lambs and missionaries, and tubs of barley porridge for everyone!
Well. There’s a reason my Irish friends and I used to call Saint Patrick’s Day “Amateur Hour.” Any day set aside on the calendar to act completely out of character generally ends in tears. I mean, picture “You’re a Rodeo Clown” day, or maybe, “Knife Throwing Can’t Be That Hard de Mayo,” or the “Scuba Diving Just This Once” celebration. That’s basically what Saint Patrick’s Day is to the average person. …