Yes. Yes he can.

I call that move the Jenkinspeed-o™. Just wait until I get huge.

So my loving friends and I rang in the new year inside of a cave, whilst making sweet sweet love to the servants of a Drow priestess. I bet you can’t say that. Then, we fought about 300 zombies. That cleared the passageway. Now we get to fight the other million zombies filling the halls of the Dwarven city. I know, your little party with your sparkling wine looks like studying for a fundamentals of economic analysis for the workplace exam compared to my night. It is okay to be extremely jealous of how awesome we are. It happens all of the time.

Ride the snake. Oh, and she did.

How did you spend your New Year’s Eve? Don’t be ashamed. You can tell me. I won’t scoff. I promise.

Before all of that fun stuff happened, though, I got to do something equally fun and awesome. Something that I hadn’t been able to do for a week and change. I got to hang out with Teacher Sis. And we went shopping to blow a few rewards checks and Grismas money. I got a handful more Blu-rays and this fucking awesome t-shirt:

Yeah. The jealousy is just too much for you today. I’m sure this is not how you imagined the first day of 2013 going for you. Alone, in your mother’s basement, jealous of my prowess as the world’s greatest lover/richest monk, and pining over a t-shirt. Don’t feel bad, friend. Taco Bell is always hiring.

Today, I have no idea. I should probably go work on that. Since it is only a matter of time before people start asking me what the plan is. Have a wonderful day. May this year be better for you than the last one. May you never be caught flat-footed and may your coin purse be ever heavy. More soon. ~SC