by Smith on Sat Dec 18, 2004 10:57 am
Last year, our house used to repeatedly abuse "china-town" as we called it. This would usually be done by stealing various types of traffic signs or cones, and placing them on doorsteps of said houses. Usually followed by ringing the doorbell until a light came on, then doing a runner.
Good times...
This year, though, I'm in the socially worst house imaginable, despite being an utter legend myself, with exception of Rik, it's very quiet in my house. Except when I decide to have a miniture rock concert in my bedroom.
Cake, and fine wine.