that pack of squirrels had poor ole Willow riding shotgun for them ,While they were snapping away at everyone's heels. Trying their best to make it uncomfortable for a lot of people, Stamped their foot, stormed out, started up a podcast discussing the intricacies of deciphering the dialect of theSuburbian Striped Cricket on the MacArthur Plains. Grew man boobs n faded. Heard the old crew gather to knit cardigans in their favorite colours ever 5th tuesday if your interested . As non will volunteer (man up) they seek a seamstress ,buttn holes darn it . Feel better know ?, confess ,who were you ,i dont remember that tag sorryA privelege to get a reply by the cripytic Merlot. Willow put me off posting many years ago. JJ Collins, at birth and death bureau. I am shit i need to change my name to get better