Because once every fortnight or so, some bastard wants you to post when you're pissed

Yeah.

Celebrating Flight of the Conchords, and auld friends, and new opportunities, and the abundance of sauvignon and pinot gris in this fine country.

And boysenberry icecream.

Celebrate good times, come on.

(Afternote, because 5 minutes after the drunken post, one is lucid and full of the meaning of life, and also, I would like to make "afternote" a new word in the english language)

Good night.