Well! There’s always (arguably) next year

In 2013 I ice skated with 2 friends by DC’s national archives, on an otherwise empty rink. Lionel Ritchie’s “All Night Long” blared too loudly. With few bodies to mitigate the sound waves, the mid-to-hi tempo blasted off the ice and plexiglass fence. Perhaps the last time I felt true adrenaline.

Boxing day’s up, New Year’s Eve around the corner. The taint of the Gregorian calendar

I don’t understand the turn of phrase “panties drop.” They don’t drop, or shouldn’t rather, because if they did, they’d be too big. Their removal, whether by you or another, is rather more of a “yank,” or “maneuver.” Anyway new to the app what are you guys talking about on here