The year of our Lord 2016 is, without a doubt, the twat out of the almost seventeen years that has marked this century. A twat that surprisingly specializes in pettiness. A specific brand of pettiness not unlike what would happen if a Drake CD spent three weeks as a coaster for an empty can of key lime flavored La Croix and had, inevitably, achieved sentience. If 2016 were a developed nation, it's national anthem would just be whatever song was playing in the background of Kim Kardashian's sex tape. If 2016 made and manufactured its own brand of condoms, not only would each condom be pockmarked with enough holes to make your dick look like the 102nd Dalmation but would also give a random elder in your family untreatable Alzheimer's the moment you ejaculate. 2016 is the chronological equivalent of your father abandoning the family only to start a new one in the cul de sac down the street.
Despite the nation's pleas for its top scientists to develop a procedure that can render the concept of time into a physical entity only so it could be shot in the face with a flare gun, nothing can be done about 2016 aside from waiting the year out. While it's not entirely unlike waiting for the results of a pregnancy test that also determines whether or not your dog will get molested, 2016 will pass. Like Taco Bell and Jamaican Rum motivated diarrhea, it will pass and all that will be left to do is the pull the proverbial lever and flush this year into the drainage canals of time where it belongs.
Until such a time, we leave you with #ThingsToLeaveIn2016:
People over thirty using emojis in texts. Most civilized people will need you to use actual words and syntax when communicating what time you'd prefer they be ready to meet you for Pho and/or physically demanding sex that results in one of you being diagnosed with scoliosis.
Responding to polite rejection with hostility. it is common knowledge that the only thing more fragile than coffee table from Ikea is the male ego. Leave her be and move on to the next opportunity and try to find the silver lining. For all you know she could've voted for Trump.
Men who wear jeans so tight that any unwitting passerby can make out the exact lines of your scrotal pattern within a second's glance.
Excusing shitty behavior for no other reason than your fear of being alone. If you'd rather be treated worse than the port-a-potty behind Paula Deen's house instead of being single, then I can't help you. Just know that no one is going to advocate for you as much as you can advocate for yourself.
Yes, Morgan Freeman's voice sounds like some heavenly combination of 900 thread count sheets and finally gaining your father's love. No, it does not mean that everything he says is intelligent. On the contrary, dude has made some questionable statements from time to time.
Obligations that still force you to perform tasks you assumed technology had made obsolete years ago. Walking into a Wells Fargo felt like walking through a haunted house because it had been so long since I had seen them that I had just naturally assumed that they all had died.
People that still manage to be surprised about what Tomi Lahren says. Her cultural relevance and continued success are as unavoidable as the Earth's orbit around the sun or the pervasive smell of death that permeates every Boost Mobile store ever. She's charismatic, attractive, and more racist than the old white woman in your apartment building that begins every sentence about the Obamas with "those people." If you know her name then you know her brand. Your surprise just showcases your naivete about the world around you.
Kanye West. If his erratic behavior, abrupt tour cancellations, and hours long tardiness to his own shows is indicative of an extended nervous breakdown then I fully support him seeking treatment....immediately after he provides a full refund to me and everyone else that paid good money to see him perform. He can get the help he needs when I get back the $84.50 for what was basically a Vicodin-induced rant lightly peppered with snippets from three actual songs.