Wuv is in the air. In the same way bears smell fear, blue swans can smell love.
Somewhere above the clouds in Swiss cheese land tomorrow two pen weilding scribbloids are due to tie the proverbial knot. Witnessed by cows, buxom women in those beir kellar dresses, exiled nazis and representatives from the higher escelons of Maltese law community.
Quite an event.
Good luck to them.
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