Hoard of Rowdy Goblins

There is a hoard of rowdy goblins throwing a wild party right smack in the middle of my brain right now. In fact, from the feel of it, fireworks are involved, and also what feels like some heavy duty jackhammering. I'm thinking there must be about 100 of those punks rampaging around my head. How they all squeezed in there is a mystery, but there they are, and going away they are not.

it is such a bad bad BAD BAD BAD BADBADBADBADBADBADBAD idea to drink on a Sunday night.

I need someone to come over here and do me a favour and saw off the top of my head so that it would stop the Wild Goblin Party of the Century, and also give an rock solid MC excuse. ("I'm going on MC because, someone sawed my head off")

On a good note, I really like my new office space. Even through my hazy alcohol goggles.

durh.

SAW! PLEASE! NOW!