There really is nothing more Christmas-spirit-y than "knäck". You know, the crack I make in my kitchen every year on the 1st of December?
While typing this I'm expecting it to get intercepted by some small-town-hick who wants to be awesome and play with the big boys and catches this entry in his "WARNING!!!"-pile, wakes up his boss in the middle of the night to go "we caught one! The government actually found someone they were looking for!" (okay, so I might've borrowed that from the Simpsons). It, this entry that is, then gets sent to the FBI by the wonders of technology and riiiiiiiiiiiiiight about now they come storming in through my door and tell me to "lie the fuck down! LIE THE FUCK DOWN!!!" on my cold floor while they aim bazookas at me.
And considering nothing of this has happened yet I think I'm safe. Phew. Was a hard few minutes there. Thought I was gonna get caught up. Thought I was... Oh shit...
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