Off rip, cram this in your earholes.
Yep. I’m there. Work, work, and some more work so what else would I be bammin in the Riffs this morning?
So we’re rolling right on into the new year. Now listen, I love y’all. Y’all know it’s true. But if you’re going to be doing that Dumb Shit…
Y’all know the Dumb Shit I’m talking about. “Oh, my Jesus, Queen, I swear I’m off him this year”, and “Queen, please, if I take her back, throw a brick at my face”.
Firstly, never invite me to throw a brick anywhere, because I’ll fucking do it.
Secondly, you ain’t gotta lie to me, Craig. If you do, you do. If you don’t, you don’t. I’m still going to love you just the same.
But I can assure you, it’s going to make for a very long fucking year if we start off with the Dumb Shit.
Per my usual, I’m not promising shit. I know me. If there is any level of fuckery to jump off into, I’m jumping. Probably twice. Who the fuck are we kidding? I’m a repeat jumper if I’ve ever fucking seen one.
But I won’t sit here and tell you I won’t. Bitch, please. We all know I will.
And then I’ll be like, “oh, my Jesus, y’all, who knew?”
Y’all knew. We knew.
So, if you’re doing the resolving and the lying and the whatnot, don’t tell me. I’m going to be like, “aye, bitch, hold the fucking phone. What happened with the resolving and the lying and whatnot?”
Fuck yes I will. I’m that type of Bitchface.
I love y’all. Happy Fucking New Year, Bitchfaces.
-Q
Happy New Year!
May all our wishes come true and may we get away with it. 💜💜💜💜