I guess Les isn’t hosting his New Year’s party this year and all I can say about that is thank f*cking God. Anyone who lived through THAT trauma knows exactly what I mean. Anyhow, Cory and his lady friend Rocky obviously decided to take the lamest possible approach to their NYE planning, opting to sit on mom and dad’s sofa while the geriatric Funk-Man staggers off to bed at quarter to twelve, fully living up to his “my life is already over” philosophy.
The punch line here left me a little baffled…”they know, they know”. What, that they can tell time? Or that they’re unbelievably lame? While I never really “liked” Cory, he sure was more enjoyable when he was a surly disagreeable punk instead of boring Corporal Winkerbean.
Hope everyone has a happy New Year, looking forward to another fun-filled year of prestige arcs and filler (mostly filler)! Enjoy!