Oh Harro Prease

Don't let them fool you.
When you finally crawl out of the cesspool of teenagerdom and into your early twenties you'll realize two very important things:
1. Santa really, really, doesn't exist.
2. Becoming an alcoholic is very, very, easy.

Keep the latter in mind as jaggerbomb after jaggerbomb pummel your liver and kidneys.

It's already 18 to 6:00am and I've had a weird night and the above is jabberwocky nonsense. A friend and I spun out across several traffic lanes and ended up going part way up a hill and then slid onto an overpass ramp. For the best that it was around 4am and the road was fairly empty. It was blizzarding out, and still is.
Moral of the story is:
If this has never happened to you then you're not Canadian! Or...Russian...norwegian...swiss...uh...basically all the...northern...yeah...you get the idea.
2nd Moral of the story is:
I'm never dealing with a stinking Canadian winter for as long as I live. Australia Dec. 09!