I am up on Christmas morning, watching claymation jesus cartoons (and I had no idea that when Joseph and Mary left their house so they could go across the desert just to be told there was no room at the inn, Mary turned around and told their house "goodbye little house!") and drinking. Drinking whiskey.

That must be hyper. Whiskey.

Someone complimented SMRL (through me) on its "powerful firewater" the other day. Our fans are legion.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go put a prison tattoo of "I LIKE IKE" on my forehead. Backwards, so whenever I look in a mirror I'll remember that I like Ike.