We're back...

What the hell happened here?  

See, it's like this... I was walking down the street one day and this little midget came running out and was like "they're after me lucky charms!" and what was I to do?  I couldn't not follow him!  Next thing I know, I'm laying in a gutter with a sore butt and $5 in my hand... and that little f**ker stole the passwords to Westcoaster.  Moral of the story; never trust a midget.  

So after months of protracted legal battles in midget court (yes they have their own court system, it's adorable), we're back.  I'm so, so sorry... 

What now, idiot?

(That was you asking me a question, by the way... I heard what you were thinking... also, take your right hand off your face, weirdo.)

What now?  Well... I'm not sure.