HEYMOS!!! Don't honour me. Offer. Honour, offer, honour, offer... Don't mind me. I am on a drunk. The last hurrah for a while, a long while. I've got a few things to get sorted out and this is my way of beginning the end of the process. Told all the relatives to stay away and I'm just living the life of Riley... beer, smokes, steaks, sports on the TV, blasting tunes on the stereo, and best of all... Mudcat chat with some of the most knowledgible, witty and intelligent people I have ever known. Just wish the Fairies would stop buzzing around, fucking annoying little cowardly gits. I'd like to meet some of... nevermind.

Let's just say, whatever I get up to or into over the next twenty four is not gnu's fault. I've got that fellah locked up until Monday. The Wildebeeste is gonna get out and have some fun. Then, it's all up to modern science and, of course, the Big Guy in the sky. I just hope he's got a sense of humour. And if he don't, fuck him. I like a joke. You like a joke? I like a joke.

Come now. Let us repair to a place in which we can repair.

I come to tell Caesar a few jokes. What? You seize her, you brought her.