Fortieth Sip
So, the sun has risen at the start of another year and we can go about our lives in this insane, stupid place. Or maybe just pray to the Privy Gods, considering how many of you got yourselves hammered last night. Good jobs on making complete tits of yourselves, by the way. It was very entertaining.
Happy Hogswatch, anyway, I guess. Not that it actually is Hogswatch, what with the complete lack of the month of Ick and all, but humour me.
[And Tesla, Brock, James, Kate, Kitty, Helen, Mark, Zelman and Zoe all get their Hogswatch gifts, ghost sent. See, she does care. Sort of]
Happy Hogswatch, anyway, I guess. Not that it actually is Hogswatch, what with the complete lack of the month of Ick and all, but humour me.
[And Tesla, Brock, James, Kate, Kitty, Helen, Mark, Zelman and Zoe all get their Hogswatch gifts, ghost sent. See, she does care. Sort of]