So… we’re almost gone and we know we’re leaving a huge hole behind.  Hordes of fans are sending us condolences, even sending us al kinds of indecent proposals so we would stay. (But why would you involve that dog???)

To prepare you all for the bad period that lies ahead, here are some things you can expect when we leave Belgian soil:
- InBev will cut down deliveries with 50% to West-Flanders
- Women can walk outside again without fear
- The general intelligence level will drop significantly, even going negative
- Infertility will kick in (director Alfonso Cuaron copied us with his ‘Children of Men’, the bastard)
- Those annoying shits that point that red laser at the movies will be gone
- That drunk guy that pissed on your shoes at that party… he’ll be gone
- That drunk guy that let someone piss on his shoes at that party… he’ll be gone

So be sad… be really sad… ’cause we’re going…