In case you all missed it, TCM celebrated it’s first birthday on Saturday the 13th. It was a birthday party to remember. There was clowns, pin the tail on the donkey, pinata’s and several midget strippers….well, we think they were midgets….we hope they were midgets. Anyhoo, being a year old carries a lot of responsibilities. For one, by now we should be able to hold our own bottle when eating which is good for Flintheart cause we can now “let go” that nanny he calls Mr. Soft Hands. Shitting and puking on ourselves is a natural given since we are not potty trained. Don’t believe me? Come take a look at Capt. Polish’s desk and you tell me he knows how to use the toilet. Nastiest part is he post-it notes the dates of each shit under his desk. He still has one from 2-13-09 and it’s starting resemble that goblin from Jersey Shore fame, Snooki…or is Snooki starting to look like that turd? Either way that bitch is nasty. As for the crying, that probably won’t stop until we are about 30-40 years old. Believe me, we won’t be around that long….I hope to be dead by then.

And if you also missed it, we have a new website to display for all of y’all. That is our gift to you since none of you selfish pee holes got us anything for our birthday. Enjoy fuckers and let us know what you think about our new ghoulish look.