New Year's Eve is supposed to be in the low teens with a wind chill at current projections.
Fuck that.
In that weather you are free to come visit and enjoy the holidays but Johnny nor Mrs. Johnny will be joining you in Times Square. Or outside. Or near a window.
That is all, continue your Netflixing.
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Wednesday, December 27, 2017
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