One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do

It was the morning before Christmas and all through the parking lot, not a creature was stirring for the PainLab AO, not even a Him. What! Its 8 degrees out here and ya’ll fart sakin son’s a britches leave me hanging out here by myself 🙄 Shame on you! Santa’s gonna take care of you loosers. So I did what any Him would do, I improvised and hung with the misfits from Gashouse. Just read the 12 days of Christmas that Stroganoff dished out. It was strong Q and it was freakin COLD. At least I didn’t fart sack 😛