Outside the slush is pooling..............

Now, now I can finally get this goddamn song out of my head:



I think there is a critical error in my programming and when I hear that song, my circuits start to malfunction. Just looking at that photo of Paul, I can smell burning wires.

Anyhoo, I Christmased a little here and there, drank some wine, had a mysterious barfing illness, soaked in the joy..........................




Today, we roast a chicken and stuff stuffing.........is it too late for Toffifees?
Here's a scientific breakdown of their composition:


If you are even one tenth as happy as I am right now, you're doing well.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love, Iron Chic.