every year i make a 'special' xmas card.
this one seems to be extra effective,
since it caused my mother to leave me a phone message
calling me 'sick and twisted' and telling me she'd thrown it straight in the bin.
i take that as evidence of a job well done.
[EDIT: in deference to the filesize nazis, this is now 78496 bytes is size.]

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From the Sick Christmas Cards challenge. See all 300 entries (closed)
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:19, archived)
optimize it!
It did make me laugh though....
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:20, archived)
The glowing octopus of death is looking in your direction!
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:22, archived)
Mr. the Fry said it on QI so it must be true:P
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:26, archived)
Oh where is it we're meant to be mustering in the Porterhouse?
The last time I went to a London bash it was upstairs at some pub!
1842 I think it was.
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:21, archived)
is fucking massive. You'd be best exchanging phone numbers and getting someone to guide you to the table. Don't say I didn't warn you!!
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:28, archived)
I was either:
a) Going to look for a furtive tshirt.
b) Look for a group of happytoast looking zombies
c) Just sits down with a large crowd of freaks and weirdos
or
d) all of the above.
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:32, archived)
don't see what's sick or twisted about it though - other than the lack of optimisation
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:23, archived)
apes vs. mary and little baby J. The squid/octopus maybe representing the fact that we decended from fish, apparently
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:26, archived)
a brave but ultimately vain attempt
(, Wed 20 Dec 2006, 12:30, archived)