I misheard the word "barricade" as "bear arcade" and now all I want is someone to draw a bunch of bears playing ski-ball and Galaga.

We come once again to that most terrifying time of year... Christmas. Our accumulated naughtiness by unseen masses (of elves) is snitched out. Our homes are broken into by an immortal thief tracking soot across our clean carpets and making off with our baked goods and milk. Ramming assorted unhealthy food stuffs and tchotchkes into our socks and nailing them to our mantles in some unclear threat to our safety. Woe... woe is us. Who shall stop this tyranny!

Tonights Western Australian sunset colours getting their fine on... thats pretty sweet I reckon.

Every time Muskrat's polls don't go his way, he has to come up with an excuse to make a new one.

He can't stop thinking to himself "No, people actually admire my constant pants wetting. It's the haters who want to see me fail!"