The Rude Pundit celebrated in his favorite ramshackle music bar way down south. He awoke today around 5 pm with the stank of various orifices of various people on his own person, some scents familiar, some alien, all well-earned.
A Waffle House breakfast later, he was ready for 2016 to bring it like the little bitch you know it'll be.
More haiku this weekend, then back to business.
