One of my friends just fessed up to being Santa. Look, universe. First you out the Stig, then Santa, what's next? Is one of you dudes going to claim to be Batman?
I did what any good Scrooge would do: ask Santa "where's my Porsche?!" Look, man, I know I haven't been THAT bad all these years.
I just apparently fixed a TV box that's been broken for weeks...just in time to catch "Chapelle's Show" on. I miss this show SO much. I am a genius. w00t.
This sharing of genius proves I've been good, jolly fa--err, skinny dude who's stuffing his suit with pillows and stuff. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE NOW, SANTA. Make with the rear-engined vroom.