I just got paid £37 for doing literally fucking nothing for a few hours this morning.
Now, I shall begin to eat my hogmanay supply of Twiglets. Final of powernap of beauty for the '07. Then out. Ending the year as I started it: disguting drunken projectile-vomitingfest with short interval for handshakes and kisses on the cheek at the stroke of midnight. Fireworks explode and some chode guzzles champagne from flutes of sparkliness.
Balls to the fucking wall for 08 yo.
Happy new year.
-Michael
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