Dammit Hank. I keep forgetting I have to write these until the last second, and then I'm stumped. You're out there, flying around on your winged anus llama. Drinking in the clouds with your eyes, while Mario Lopez serves you strawberry daiquiri's off his abs into your mouth hole. Lucky son of a biscuit. Mmmmmm biscuits. I'd gut a baby for some Popeye's right now.
Who wants to play some Team Fortress 2 tonight though? Do whatever it is you miscreants do and have a great time!