We're almost there, minions! We've nearly pried 2016's cold, dead fingers from the doorjambs of history and our lives. This weekend we can finally take a breath, have a drink, and get on with resenting 2017 for all the new terrible stuff that happens.
So as a final, affectionate "screw you" to the year no one will miss, here are my favorite double-take wrecks of 2016.
[whispering] Because they look like naughty bits. AW YEAH.
The longer you look, the dirtier this gets.
(Note the three gun salute - IF you catch my penis-y drift.)
I'm sure she's very proud.
Turns out the butt of every joke is a real peach!
Hey look, it's Doctor WOOHOOOO!
For the record, that's supposed to be a TARDIS, *not* a Sonic Screwdriver.
Remember the Brexit Balls?
Ahh, good times. Good, wrinkly times.
Or how about the time a baker accidentally put some extremely affectionate pandas on a baby shower cake?
I bet we all remember this summer solstice:
Though for me, it's hard (heyo) to come to grips (heyo) with the stiffest competition yet:
The, um... Wangerfly? Dinkerfly? Winged Trouser Snake?
Whatever you call it, he's definitely happy to see you.
So so long, 2016. And hey, 2017? I think I speak for us all when I say:
GET OVER HERE.
Thanks to Rebecca H., Charlie, Linda H., Vicki S., Catherine B., Fay H., Jen L., Vici R., Ashlee B., & Carley C. for helping me usher out the year with dignity.