I hadn’t planned on ever using Snapchat and now that I’ve installed it I’ve come to realize the app is a portal directly to hell. This is scary.
Welcome to the real 2016. January 1 doesn't count; it's that in-between days when people my age and older worry about writing the wrong year on checks while our children and grandchildren stand by our sides asking, “What's a check?” January 1 is for parades and football and corned beef if you're in the Midwest, hog jowl or fat back if you're in the South. January 1 isn't a real day.