Seasons greetings to you all (and by greetings I mean I hope you have nightmares)

Christmas has been and gone again; some fat bloke in red clothes probably visited most of you, you might have attended church (Ha! Suckers!) and maybe your Uncle Jeff got drunk and touched you in your 'special place'. And just think - we get to do it all again next year!

I myself had a lovely meal with close friends, opened presents, wrote some hate mail to Oprah and generally put my feet up.
Today was Boxing Day so in the tradition of the day I went and boxed some small children, then out their unconcious bodies into boxes, which I then used to build a fort.
And what a fort it was; turrets, a moat and even monkey butlers. Sweet.

I'm tired now, so screw you, I'm off to bed.