Hello fellow comrades. Today I sent my envoy to Spar for some Hob-Nobs and Lucozade. He said this was a difficult diplomatic mission. Mr Johnson at the local Spar say I owe him many moneys for getting Penthouse delivered. He says I don't pay but I spray my load over the local ladies in the readers wives section. I'm so ashamed of this. He won't sell me the biscuits. The cold war begins... 
yanna:
thank you mister 