SANTA CAME EARLY

MY NEW SPACE AGE TOILET SEAT. NAH, LETS CALL IT A TOILET SADDLE, YEAH, THAT SOUNDS GOOD-LUXURY MY FRIENDS, HEATED SEAT EVEN, JUST LIKE THEM FANCY CARS-

VIOLATION CHRISTMAS PARTY

FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL........ OR SKEETER, OR THAT OTHER BLONDE, OR THAT ONE CHICK, WHAT WAS HER NAME AGAIN?.........

SORRY, NO PICTURES ALLOWED IN WHERE THE OFFICAL CHRISTMAS PARTY WAS HELD, BUT REST ASSURED, MY EYES ARE TIERD, AND I SMELL OF COTTON CANDY.

AND WHAT DO YOU DO AFTER A LONG NIGHT OF R&R, HEAD TO DENNY'S AND INVITE SKEETER, OR CHANDA, OR WHATS HER NAME. ONLY PROBLEM, THERES NO DENNY'S IN TOWN, WHICH IS A GOOD THING. NOBODY WANTS TO BE EATING A GRAND SLAMWICH AND CATCH A WHIFF OF VOMIT CREEPING UP IN THEIR NOSTRILS AT 4a.m. SO TACO BELL IT WAS.

WITH ALL THE EXCITEMENT OVER AND THE NIGHT WINDING DOWN, PIECING TOGETHER THE NEW SCORE AT 5 a.m. SEEMS COMPLETELY REASONABLE.......

TIME TO CALL IT A NIGHT, PULL UP A GIANT BEANBAG AND TURN IN......

SWEET DREAMS......

......WITH VISIONS OF STRIPPERS DANCING IN YOUR HEAD.