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Here's why the new year sucks:
Happiness is an unlimited suply of gourmet food. Asked by many if I ever yearn to be free, the answer is an unequivocal "NO". Would you rather eat apples baked in wine & cinnamon and capon stuffed with dressing or road kill and leftovers confined to the garbage can? See what I mean? Only the most demented would choose the latter.
It's better to be poor than rich. Ergo, it's my duty to see that my parents remain impoverished. Poor people can't afford to take trips. With the help of the cat pack, I feel obligated to trash the house on a regular basis to keep the parents in debt. Besides, it provides employment for the local craftsmen.