Swedish Toast

This year I will try to be less fat, less hairy, less smelly and I will try to sniffle less. I will endeavour to lose at least one thing a day, and I predict that I will get a visit from Jesus sometime in August. The colour red will start talking to me, and I will become allergic to cackling. My ears will move away from my eyes as a result of an unresolved argument, which is the inverse of what happened last year, so all is well.
Praise be to the roly-poly hog who knows not the quality of his pork.