
I really see no issue with the tiny lad. A bit hairy and never did tell me where to find the gold. Actually he was rather randy and had a liking to ankles... And smelled of beer. Old... beer.
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I'm vaguely reminded of home. But I believe this to be the exact opposite of homesickness. Yes.
That aside give a congrats to my son! Who wishes to put out fires in public because he can't quite simmer the one in his trousers. Cheers.- Mood:discontent

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