Further, is it also possible it was Pan with whom you were having social intercourse? Are you positive it wasn’t Pan’s flute on which you were trying to play a tune?

Arresting a musician as she plays a solo on Pan’s flute, especially during Mardi Gras is a gross miscarriage of justice.

On the other hand, if Pan complained about the quality of the performance being played on his flute he would have been well within his rights to complain to the constabulary and they within their rights to arrest you for fluting proper expertise.

After all, it’s Mardi Gras.

What do I get in return??

;o)>

Gorilla, I would but the goat ate the engagement ring.

Tony, The kind of world where an idiot that was put through school by terrorists becomes president.

Bds, That’s right the whole family can get drunk and laid together.

Jenny, When am I not?

Minnow, There was many volunteers, but none of them were hung like a goat.

Moi, I would imagine the buzzards are picking his flattened carcass in the Mc Donalds parking lot.

Blackiswhite, I hope it’s golden, otherwise it’s not worth it.

Ali, Always up for new friends, but I wanted to be in with Martha Stuart, so I could learn how to make a shiv out of belly button lint.

Troll, My face will blurred, but it always gets blurry when I get shnockered.

SoHoS, Is Martha there?

Woeful, I just need a catchy theme song.

Vanessa, No chapter two, I’m skipping strait to chapter six it’s more interesting.

Daisy, That would be better, because the goat has issues.

Walker, You can never over stew your meat.

Blonde, What? There’s no sex in band camp? I’m giving up the bagpipes.

Nursemyra, If you can spare two, I’ll send jailer for some beer.

Best of luck in jail. I’m sure you’ll make all kinds of new friends

Love,

Tuesday