My voice is fucking powerful.
I'm off to have a shower. I reek of weed.
Yes, we get it, you're not funny. Geez.
Ah, Dave. How are you doing, you rotten layabout you? It's been far too long, and I'm far too fucking lazy to get on MSN to bother talking to you.
In fact, I'll probably forget I've even typed this post in two minutes, due to my very low threshold for long-term memory. So in case that happens, it was good seeing you around here again, Santa Claus.