Well, well, well, I am busy for a day and certain people know it and take advantage of that fact to roast me on a thread. I usually avoid WillIs' threads like the plague, for he is soulless, and the soulless carry plague, but today I had a little time to waste and thought I'd get my fill of inane chatter while I spent a few quiet moments perched on the throne. My poor wife, only recently removed from the full body cast I had her placed in after her tragic cycling accident in mid April, burst into tears when she saw how I was being mistreated here. It may be another week before she feels able to come out of the dungeon...er, bedroom again and face this cruel world. I'll be at her side when she does.
So, Mr. Machine Shop, I set a Vasilika Sika (Herman) air layer for you a couple of weeks ago. I see now that you are two timing me. Perhaps I'll sell it on the internets for a couple thousand bucks and fling some of that cash in your direction for the air layers you have promised to deliver to me. The homemade blackberry and raspberry jam is off the ledger though. Ah, what could have been for you but for a few careless accusations on a thread you thought I'd never read.
I'll take care of Harvey in person, as he's only a 2.5 hour drive from my home; down and back in one day with a truck bed full of trees I'm going to drag out of his orchard.
Never mess with Dr. Mean (my patients actually call me that - don't like them much either!).