Hay.....who put the little brown olives in my drink? Me thinks they are spoiled..they taste just like Possum Shi......twooy...those aren't olives.....they are Possum shit....Where the devil is that painted crow er....ah... I mean parrot of mine. Gotta get outta here.....sailing tomarrow morning with the tide. CAW~~CAW ~ CAW Hope to hell that Roger didn't split the crow....er...parrots tongue try'en to get him to talk.... 'he's look'en sorta ruff....better give him a new paint job'