We're going to do what every young n' sexy couple does on their seventeenth anniversary: sit on the couch and watch
DVDs while taking turns yelling at the kids to shut the fuck up infomercials until 3am in tribute to the world's greatest snake oil salesman that didn't hold public office.
As for the next seventeen years, what awaits?
I kid. Probably. Though if I suddenly disappear from the internets, well, draw your own conclusions.