Tch, it’s taco night, the most scientifically valid holiday ritual known to man. My assistant—yeah, the spouse unit—is acquiring margarita components as we speak, because chemistry waits for no one.
So raise your tacos, brace your livers, and welcome the New Year like a bunch of beautiful, chaotic carbon-based lifeforms.
Happy New Year, freaks. let’s-do-this. 🌮🥂
