BF>> Well...well..well.....what do we have here...voices from the past or have
 BF>> they finally gotten wireless cover 6 feet unda in Calgary? Or do they
 BF>> sned a delivery service van?
 MG> 'S not dead... 'S just restin'...

RIP.

 MG>>> Plus a strange odor...
 BF>> That comes from the guy in the dungeon beside you. 1.259 years without a
 BF>> shower.
 MG> I think it musta been the Chili.

You didn't mention anything about eating in your last massage but of course
that can play a role in the big scheme.

 MG>>> craps at the local Legion, he couldn't afford the authentic
stuff at the
 MG>>> time), and subsequently forgot where he buried it.
 BF>> Ask the guy in the dungeon....he knows.
 MG> Mistress Scarlete has sworn him to secrecy, upon pain...

I've been to Berwick upon Tweed but don't recall any pain. At least not there.
The pain did come when we've passed the border to Scotland 10 mins later.

 MG>>> trying to find the fuse. He's thinking about turning the
parade grounds
 MG>>> into a golf course.
 BF>> With 1259 (or whatever) holes.

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 MG> That's 1275, you sorry excuse for a backsliding dwarf...

Thanks Massa, I needed that. Feels good now.

 MG>>> Shoot first, ask questions later.
 BF>> FORE!!!!!!!! Or should it bee DUCK!!!!!!  ??

 MG> How did you know that Stubby was using hand grenades for golf balls?

If you had been up to date you sleepy sleepy sorry excuse for a Head
Mould Cheezze you wouldn't have to ask such a question.
During your uninfluenced hibernation Stubby have lived under my house,
causing all rats to disappear while fixing the hole where the rain gets in and
he also managed to make a golf course there.
Now when you've awoken from that "thing" I will gladly sned him back to you
and have therefore reserved a place for him on the next tramp leaving here
at noon today so you can expect him to arrive sometimes around x-mas.
That is if you can stay awake for so long.
Hopefully the rats now will return here and that means that I don't have to
listen to his gibberish any more and I can drink my Dalwhinnie in peace,
planning my next trip to the prommised land, without having it diluted with
.

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