So between the feasting, the lights, the glow of goodwill, the music, and the gift-giving, I think my favorite part of celebrating the winter holidays you lot have back home is the ritual murder of all the giant bugs. That just really took things over the top for me, personally. What a lovely start to the new year! I got to slaughter so many things, and now I understand the true meaning of Christmas. What a bitchin' two-fer.[ Filtered to Vanya Hargreeves ]
One Jack Bittle-Zimmerman was pontificating about the hazards and heralds of what is termed "hockey butt"
the other day and upon doing my research it apparently translates to a gradual build-up of the glute meat due to hockeying madly across the ice, as we are wont to do. I'm currently flat as a pancake but that is sure to change. Thoughts? Feelings? I'm just trying to gauge your impression of hockey butt, given my likelihood of developing this affliction, because I'm overly concerned with your opinion of dat/my ass. (I want you to know that I waited like TEN DAYS to ask you this; I think that shows a remarkable restraint in our blossoming relationship).