I'm off now to slip rohypnol into the sherry and mug that fat bastard Santa.
Merry Fucking Christmas,
So here it is then. That final bit of sanity appears to have up and left the building, leaving behind just you and a whole heap of shit. Its a final stand, and you know you won't survive, but you won't lie down without a fight. "Come and get us" you scream, and it's to your credit. Just make sure the bullet holes go in your front. SHOOT STRAIGHT YOU BASTARDS!!