…and guess what! There’s going to be a full moon on New Years eve!
Meaning. Look out for those werewolves, everybody. You never know now-a-days with the people you invite to your parties. It’s going good and everyone’s glad and dandy and suddenly everything escalates out of control into a blood bath horror scene with everyone screaming and getting torn apart by a once-lovely-now-extra-carnivorous guest and there’s nothing you can do but try and not get eaten and really. When does that work out? If anyone is looking particularly hairy around the 31st, cross out their name on the invite list is all I’m saying. They’ll understand. Nobody wants to start out the new year that way.
Also btw this picture is ridonk.
