Merry Christmas Yer Arse

Have a good one, folks. See you on the other side.

Unless I’ve managed to finally drink myself blind by that point. Because then, obviously, I’ll be too busy learning human echolocation to be here.

16 thoughts on “Merry Christmas Yer Arse”

  1. If you drank yourself dead tonight, it would still be a hell of a run. Have one on me. And fucking finish The Listener. I asked Jack about it when I was finagling for a copy of Fool and he virtually cackled back at me.

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