>>>>>>> And btw. Where is your Barge License?
 JV>>>>>> Don't have one sorry.
 MG>>>>> Apologies are off-topic.
 BF>>>> Even if I apologize for my misserable life?
 MG>>> *Especially* if you apologize for your miserable life.

 BF>> Are you still mad at me?

 MG> I've _never_ been mad at you.

That was news to me.

 BF>> Just because I took your 1:st place at the last annual anvil-fire
 BF>> competition you don't have to be like that.

 MG> That's not my gig... you're cornfusing me with Da RSM. I'm more into the
 MG> dwarf-tossing competition.

What happend to Lou? Have you seen him after the last competition?
Have the Nurses done the necessary adjustments on his Clue Implant so
it's possible to use him even next year?

 BF>>>> I mean, sleeping beside Lou Dripkins wife must be
called a misserable
 BF>>>> life, eh....? She is wearing Lou's socks.
 MG>>> But the sheep are still happy.

 BF>> Of course they are. One smell less to live with. They have enough of that
 BF>> from his underwhere.

 MG> Under where?

The Kilt.

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