Once again we are back!
Like a piece of unloved, discarded fecal matter crawling its way up from the toilet one night as you lay dormant on the couch, driven mad by the thought of vengeance, and towels.
It seems like everytime we claw our way out of the internet-coffin, we only manage to write one measly, yet desperatly hysterical update before the Capt´n notices it and tears our harddrive in twine, spurting porn and media-blood all over the treehouse.
The Capt´n sure hates updates, or any kind of recognizeable progress for the matter.
This time though, he is on vacation and we are free to do whatever we chose! Until he comes home and it´s back to living in the heavy shadow of constant fear and the acrid pool of suspiciously urine-like anxiety.
Anyway, with him out of the way, (and simultaniously, all the whales in the world in grave danger) we promises more updates, more fun and laughs, more art, more thrilling contests in wich you simply call in and win amazing prizes. Martin has once again put all of his creativity into one large brass-cauldron and boiled together a whipping new site full of wonders and spices.
And possibly a petting zoo sometime in the near future, bloated with all manner of creatures, large and small, such as… well, ducks? maybe? I dont know…
I cannot be expected to keep track of every beast that wanders around this place can I?
It´s bad enough with the gangs upon gangs of rogue ducks that simply let their furry selves in and waddles around, spreading fear wherever they venture. If anoyone know where these ducks hail from, or know of any potent duck-poison, let us know by email (the ducks have occupied the phone, and uses it for, ehm, well..)