I feel obliged to bestow upon thou my utmost sincere felicitations regarding the passing of another 365.25 day period of solar orbit, and therefore the arrival of the year two thousand and eighteen anno domini of the Christian year count.
Dammit! That rotten Santa Waus just returned to Sherbet Land, and I didn't get any presents this year! All I asked for was a skyscraper, a 1959 Chevy Impala, a pallet of gold bars, a large barrel of Scots whisky, and a 60 kilowatt bass speaker system. SANTA OH SANTA, WHERE ART THOU FOR THOSE IN NEED?
¨Guess who's back! Yes, that's right, it's me, the one and only Santa Waus! What? No, I'm not Wario, nor his lousy alter ego Wario-Man. Let's get this straight: I have absolutely nothing to do with these losers. Santa Waus works alone, with only the help of his little Fronks. But anyway, you're here for the presents aren't you? Well about that: you might get one, but only if you post, like and rate enough! Or maybe you won't get anything at all, depending on how I feel like! WAHAH- ...uhm, I mean, HOHOHO!¨
Have you ever had that feeling that you just want to sleep, not so much because you're sleepy, but more because you just want to be ¨somewhere else¨ for a while? Because I have that feeling every now and then.
Every night again, when I hop into my warm comfy bed, I hope that I will have an awesome dream about my favourite video game characters going into a wild adventure. But everytime I wake up in the morning, I can hardly remember anything about a dream. And if I do have one, it's always about some shitty real-life event that happened to me. Hmpf :(