"I have eaten." As Shaka would say.

The Great King hisself has feasted on the foolish ones at 4 and a hay.

Ngadla! Twice.

And now I must get my RSP remnants together to eat again.

Average cost now under a dime, and a bit lower if I count daughter's 6 centers.

Underwater still, but that's OK. I got big shoulders and friggin gills. Keegan must not learn of the gill part. Put a freakin hook in me lip. I hope he is into catch and release like The Great King is.

Will try and feast again before May 29 expected reportage.

I do so look forward to next year, hitting a buck and rubbin in the I told you so's. Or maybe the year after. What's a year among good friends anyhow?

You may all put your market orders in now. The King has 'et.

We are amused.

Shaka Zulu Truck.