Feeling like Sasha and Malia at a turkey pardoning.

Practicing our French, so the tirades possess a je ne sais quoi in replacement of crude anger.

We totally feels how Snacks the cat feels. We see the hurt in your eyes, buddy.

Growing increasingly numb to celebrity antics, and it’s not from ice bucket exposure.

A giant wooden penis is involved.

Sealing the door on June like its an airtight, soundproof art installation.

In May, every time Billy Corgan held a cat, Scout freed a nipple

We bought Drake’s lint roller on ebay to wipe the filth of April off us.

Few photos have nailed it better than Millie Brown preparing to vomit on Lady Gaga.

We like our February like we like our eggs: over easy.

Year of the horse shit.

November has no qualms about stealing your seat, bro.

October was not "verehhhhh nice" but let's REFLEKT on it anyway.

Nothing was the same. (But basically everything was the same.)

We've made peace with Miley's twerks, thanks to the Abramovic Method.