It was a cold Winter's eve. Several inches of snow hid the dried and dead grass below. The island was constantly battered by steel grey waves crashing onto it's stormy beach. And from a distance, it looked as if no life were to be found there at all...

It sure has the makings of a mystery novel. A small and desolate island in the dead of winter, houses boarded up with most of the residents in warmer environs during the colder months. Well, a mystery novel or an awesome setting for the lair of a super-villain. For some reason, I thought it would be fun to take Mr. Brightside, his wife and my girlfriend out to this house in order to drink wine, sit by the fire, and read books. Instead, we got shit faced, watched the olympics, and spent a good deal of time sledding in the front yard. Toward the end of the night, Mr. Brightside told me he had something he wanted to share with the readers. Something he wanted to get off his chest. And seeing as I had no control over my decisions (or my hair), I thought we'd let it rip. This video is the result.

I seriously questioned putting this up or not. I'm still not sure I made the right decision. Based on the purplish hue of our teeth alone, we'd be great candidates for several 12-step programs. Anyway, if you make it through the whole thing, you'll see just how bad things got toward the end of the evening.

This is why I should never do things without Johnny...