Celebrate it hard.  Come on, drop some shots into some other intoxicating beverage and drink it all down before it becomes corrosive enough to cure an entire elementary school of Swine Flu.  I want to hear people blast DVDA out their windows (and turn off that Black Eyed Peas crap!).  Knock off all this lame, boring 'celebrating' you do for St. Patrick's day, Independence Day, Hanukkah, New Years, and Super Bowl Sunday.  I want million-man marches.  Consume the streets with your sweaty, fleshy masses and party like your local shaman just brought fire to your furless tribe for the first time ever during a full moon after a thunderstorm.  Dance, you scared little monkeys, dance!

Everybody knows that all holidays were invented just to pregame for November 24th, and if you don't know it, you're missing a page or two out of your tome of life.  This is the day where it's socially acceptable to lose your house in a bet, drive your car into a bog, throw up on your neighbors cat, and tell your girlfriend she isn't as pretty as Felicia Day, all before passing out at about 10:30am.  Today is the day that the Crips and the Bloods play grab-ass, the only day out of the year that Gamestop will give you a reasonable price for your used games.  If it weren't for November 24th, we'd be forced to learn a Metric time system

Tell me how you plan on celebrating this glorious day.  I'll assume if you don't respond, the concoctions of volatile liquids put you down earlier than you had hoped.