Jagshemash my old freind & webbed master of special talents.
The cliv is still cleaning his oil from his sewedge, but he left his pig behind (not sound right?) he was on his hornit & living (if you call it living) in his 1-Ton Cyder Trailer. I think maybe I was rubbing up his nostrils the wrong way so keep a low down profile since after then. He think I may bee put the blue bottles the wrong way round to make him do a mistake, but no he is barking in the wrong bush. Bush, yes I have a story about a bush as it mean something different in my language.
Good bye bye. Chenque