cannot be comprehended except by permission . . .

Schwartzafucker can give you away. We could do a whole themed thing – Perchik, a tent. We’ll need a cage for Mr. Soul, I fear . . No one but you can get a guffaw out of me at 7am, bachgen. No one. And pre-coffee too.. Your DS is a grumpy, bitchy joy and your Stephen Fry is hand on my heart, my favourite. Could listen to him all day, so get cracking, my dear..*g*