Festive salutations! I am K-Max: the Christmas rascal.
As is tradition at this time of year, children throughout the world have retreated into their bakelite cocoons, awaiting my arrival with a mixture of consternation and conjecture. Upon my arrival, I will make some snow come out of my mouth, a bit of mistletoe emerge from my smelly navel, and a date slide out of my anti-bottom ("October 12th" - the day you were born).
Today I present to thee (you) the following: a seasonal Christmas vignette entitled Chanderella. It's behind you! What is? Your conviction for dogging and fit-ups.
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