Q: After I picked myself up from the road, and looked at my bent up bicycle, I asked the driver of that tiny little smashed up car to drive me home. On the way home, I wondered what I was going to do for the new year party. I still don't know. Got any suggestions? You know what's funny? I asked what year model his car was, and he said it was a '98! He must be LOSING IT! Everybody knows that ain't happened yet! Dang, my head hurts. AHH! I went into my bathroom, and looked in the mirror, and I am coverd in bruises! What should I DO!!! And the calendar says it's 2008!!!!!!!!
A: Don't know about you, but I'm not going to do a damned thing.