The boys watch the last firecracker left in south park fizzle out in the snow.

'So what do we do now?' Kyle asks.

Cartman frowns next to him. 'What do you mean? It's over. We go back to our humdrum hillbilly boring ass lives'

'No, dumbass' Stan interrupts, 'we still have to make resolutions.'

'Reso-what?' Kenny mumbles, confused.

'Pfft, right.' Cartman scoffs. 'Only fags who jack off to the animal channel while their faggy ass boyfriends get smacked on imitation weed ever bother to make resolutions.'

Blank stares meet him.

'Your mom's booked you into another fat camp hasn't she?' Kyle asks finally.

Cartman's eyes narrow. 'That whore. Poison should be leaking out any time now, hehehe'

Kyle rolls his eyes.

'Well I've got one.' Stan pipes, a dreamy look on his face. 'This year I'm finally gonna kiss Wendy'

Cue roars of laughter and an insane amount of gag motioning.

'Hey it isn't funny!'

'Like hell it isn't.' Cartman snorts. 'Have you blocked out the last hundred times you tried that?'

'Yeah dude' Kyle adds, 'the odds of you getting your tongue down Wendy's throat are about as likely as Cartman is to grow another set of man boobs.'

He checks Cartman who's violently trying to strangle him but is being held back by Kenny.

'..then again' Kyle rubs his chin.

Kenny laughs.

'Fuck you Jew!' Cartman shouts, red faced.

'Whatever!' Stan relents, blushing himself. He digs his hands into his pockets. 'What's yours?'

Kyle purses his lips, looking at him.

'Really wanna know?'

Stan nods.

Kyle grins. 'Don't freak out now'

Stan smirks. 'What could-'

Kyle swings Stan around by the waist and dips him, tango style, under his body.

'the fuck-!'

He presses his lips onto Stan's.

'MMMM!!'

Cartman's eyes go wide. '...dude...'

Kenny falls back, hysterical.