I think Santa's little helpers rank high among the sickest creatures on earth. Back when I was like 3 or 4, my grandma told me how the gnomes come into people's houses so they can report back to Santa on who's been naughty and who's been nice. So, for some reason every time I was pooping, I was so sure the gnomes were watching me and I was like "geez, gimme some privacy here!". And you think YOU had a weird childhood?! :-)
Oh, and some of you have asked about that strip on the wall. You can view the full sized version here. It was made by an IRC-buddy of mine, and some say 'under the influence' would be a great underestimation...