Alright, everyone. I have a confession to make. I am the guy who wrote
2023, 2024, 2026, 2030 and 2034. Let me just say that I am so proud of you all. You went through taco god invasion, my time machine being stolen like 5 times this decade, and Joe’s reappearances in these definitions. You even went past that dude who begged you to stop going up in years. Congratulations. This is the end of your journey going up in years... for
now. Maybe soon I’ll repair that time machine and be able to tell you that 2077 is a
better year.
Don’t give up hope, my friends. Until next time, this is N.D.
Toilet/Ciggliodishwasher/Oglewasher signing out.