"sugar, we are going down..."

I'll say.
Holiday fab almost all the famdamnily. Gifts and good cheer and such.
No xhuz to make me feel bad, Santa.
Right back at the office and scratching the walls by 5 daily.
Driving like a bat out of hell exiting the parking garage... my favorite, the 6'5" nordic valet digs it, he told me these Minneapoltins do not tip. Oh honey.
Since Chistmas, no men no fun no how.
Gotta make my own.
fun
and I mean fun
as Sinatra used to say