Slowly getting bladdered at home because it's impossible to get a babysitter, there's fu
ck all on TV, so here I am on MB drinking away the remnants of 2005.
It's 9 o'clock, still enough time for another 6 cans.
So while I can still see just one monitor and still possess the ability to spell...
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOUSE YER SHOWER OF TWATS.