I've got nothing to say so just assume i'm not here and i'll talk quiety in the corner into a black hole in which sound cannot escape. Frankly, it's an extrordinarily venting thing to type away, and it's even funner to have a horse named Bucephalus. What else can I say? I mean the last time I met you I was knee high to an ear -lobe which has no knees and thus we can assume I was a lie. At least i'm not a stand or a sit or a crouch-down like an old man with a sore back. Yes, yes, keys, keys and more sex for me. Alright, scram now before my wife finds out. Much love and many convertibles,
Luke