The last day of shooting of Season 3B saw this special message from our AD Mike Livanos on our call sheet.  
But parting is such loose butthole… and today, what in my opinion is the best crew in TV wraps production on one of the most challenging, rewarding, and overall exciting seasons of Workaholics yet.  
We all can’t wait for you to see it, starting January 16th on Comedy Central.  

The last day of shooting of Season 3B saw this special message from our AD Mike Livanos on our call sheet.  

But parting is such loose butthole… and today, what in my opinion is the best crew in TV wraps production on one of the most challenging, rewarding, and overall exciting seasons of Workaholics yet.  

We all can’t wait for you to see it, starting January 16th on Comedy Central.  

Wordaholics - Gnar

Gnar: A descriptive indicator that things, in their current state, are not well.  As opposed to good, or “not gnar”.

A cousin of gnarly and a decedent of bad, this word gives your fellow man the heads up that you’re on a red eye flight to Shitville and you already know you’re missing that connection.  Pack a lunch, bud, ‘cause where you’re headed?  They don’t have delivery.

While absolutely a matter of opinion and one’s philosophical outlook, there are undeniable situations of gnar that no one’s seeing as a glass half full.  Eating ribs with your hands on a date.  Locking yourself out of your hotel room post-streaking.  The DMV.  

You cannot have a bright day without a dark night, and situations such as these calibrate the gnar-bar accordingly so you can persevere and get to a place of joy; such as enjoying those take-home ribs alone at home.  Where you lay low in the ice room until your cousin Roger can rustle up some pants.  So you can take your driver’s test online.  You’ll get through this bad time, bud.  It can’t last forever. Otherwise, it’d be junior high.

Don’t let the gnar get ya down.  Who cares if it’s Monday?  For someone, it’s Friday, and that someone can be you if you call in sick on Tuesday.  It’s happy hour somewhere, and guess who’s buying?  That’s right.  The handsome one in the mirror.  No, not Harris from accounting.  YOU.

In a Sentence: “I dunno, I’m just feeling like I really dropped the ball and my astrophysics dissertation is turning out gnar, where if I had enough time to test the research and reenforce the theorem it could be so, so not gnar.