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Hi guys, I just delivered another barrel of Gluewein. I had to go up into the forest this morning, thru the thick mist, passed all the gnarled old trees, got lost a few times, but just followed my piece of string I had tied to my front garden gate-post, but eventually I found the old man up there who brews the wine. Had to stand in this long queu of ancient old tractors with trailers driven by more gnarled old men waiting for their Gluewein orders, with their old wives bundled into the trailers where they sit to hold the barrel on the way home. While I was there I also picked up my firewood, tied in a huge bundle so I could carry it home on my head (good thing I got South African training about how to carrry neccessary things like water and firewood and crates of beer on my head, huh?) Then with the load of firewood on my head and the barrel of Gluewein strapped to my back, I just followed my piece of string back thru the forest..... and got home safely, PHEW! So now that the wine is delivered to the pub, I can go outside and chop up the firewood into more manageable sizes for the kitchen fire. And while using the chopper shall just behead a chicken or two for dinner. Gee the work never stops here.... I thought the Swiss were more modern than this? This is how my Grandma used to live about a 100 years ago!

HELP..... Funoldie seems to be made of some sort of ancient alabaster or something... he is permanently crying for help because he is cracking up!
Hey, KK, I think I should teach you the Dance for Cracking Up, huh?
Its a pretty slow dance, so you should be able to manage it.... its just when everything is finally cracked up that you get to do some realy energetic movement.

SpiderMoose... Now I am disillusioned.... here I was expecting to have to go scrub out the toilets... and The Man hands me a BIER! So I went round the back to that nice sunny warm little corner out of the wind, and just grooved with my bottle of beer. Of course one beer leads to another, as we all know, so I came back inside and curled up on that big comfortable leather couch in the corner where they keep the crates of beer, and HoundDog.. the St Bernard rescue dog we got from the animal welfare to donate to Wedward for rescuing his avalanche victims... well HoundDog just kept coming over with a new bottle of beer in his mouth and dropping it in my lap.. then over he would come with the bottle opener in his big slobbery jaws... so I shared my beers with him. And got to thinking what a realy nice Boss Man old Cyberhippy is to work for. Now, after me and HoundDog demolished half a crate of beers, you go and tell me that he meant to hand me the toilet cleaner?! Well I hope he used the cleaner stuff on the toilets......... maybe running this pub is too much stress for him?

Sorry Freeze, I got a huge order from the Polizei Drug Squad for their Dog Handling Division.... the police dogs are crazy for my Super Duper Healthy Enhanced Energy Boosing Dog Biscuits...gives them lots and lots of energy. Cyberhippy says he doesnt want dog biscuits on his pub counter anymore. Which is just as well cause now I havent got time anymore to make up tiny little batches for the pub, even if its just for the good cause of feeding you poor starving wretches some super enhanced energy food.