Stop it! Stop that goddamn racket! JeezLouise! It's Sunday morning. Keep it down.

Tyson lost; the mouse won; and we are all trying to get a few hours quiet before Spaw's birthday bash begins. Morty? Did you order the Turkey Turd and 6' sub - half American/half British? Can't imagine who is going to eat Marmite coated haggis but...
The cat mistook the jello pit for a kitty litter. Someone better get that mess sorted out before Big Mick arrives. Nice of Art Thieme to send over the day-glo condoms. Blown up with helium, they make a festive display with just the right touch of raunchy.

OK. Now for some coffee and the Sunday Times Crossword. Then let the games begin!