I was in London for new years again. I really enjoy that place on that day but most of the rest of the time it's fairly boring. Anygay, I got home fairly late in the day and farted around on the computer for awhile watching Dragon Ball Z videos and pondering the fact that 'Manger' is Norwegian for Hotel. Imagine if Jesus had been born at the ritz-carlton. What a fucking brat he would've been.

So I hung around in my lair in the attic doing this and hitting my groin with a hammer until...