Thisyear’s highs were perfectly sized, superbly-slippy, synchronously timed, tantalisingly touched, tasty and earth-movingly YEAAARRSSSSssss GOOOoood…. I lurrrrve them, want to internationally patent them. Again PLEASE.
The lows were menstruatingly, face-in-a-guano-filled-muddy-puddle, rape-seed-pollen-soaked-worm up your nostril, posionous tree-frog down your throat, pukingly SHITE, SHITE, SHITE. I hate them, want to bury them honey-covered in a fire-ants nest. OUCH, OUCH, no more PLEASE.
Not a ‘typical’ year.
DraftNewYearsResolutions
#1 fixthegoddamspacebaronthiscomputerbeforeIdevelopRSI.
#2 learn somemore colourful insults toavoid slipping into mediocre-insult-skills.
#3 arrangemore sleepoverpyjammatypethangs
#4 more patentable highs
#5 atleast 5more unpublishable resolutions in fermentation
gott nytt år
