Okay, guys, don’t freak out, but I have some business to attend to tomorrow, so I must leave you in the small-and-feminine, yet-surprisingly-capable hands of my hetero life partners Burnsy and Chodin. They’ll be watching you for the morning, and I told them your routine, so don’t try any of that Vince-always-feeds-us-candy-canes-and-espresso-for-breakfast business with them. You’ll eat your toothpaste sandwiches or you’ll starve, just like always. But don’t freak out, I promise I’ll be back late afternoon. Think of this as just like the time your dad went out for a pack of cigarettes. Wait, bad example.
[banner pic via Lamebook. In other sad Twilight picture news, Jirish sent me this:]