Every day I am more and more convinced that there is not a single mature man in existence on this entire planet.
There probably isn't. I stopped aspiring to maturity years ago. That ship has sailed for me. I mean, really, what is the responsible thing these days? The idea of respectability stopped making coherent sense to me in high school. I blame Janet Jackson's nipple.
Winterman is coming through the forest down to his Chrimbus cave inside the woods. Now's the time to tell him everything you want inside your Chrimbus bush!