Grandpa does that from time to time. Give him a beer and he'll tell you nice tales from the cave.

Jostein wrote:

A fur-clad guy just came out of the forest, up to my house, and
started banging on my door with his wooden club. His language was
rather archaic, but I could pick up something about demanding
royalties from someone on the Internet for infringing on his 50.000
year old copyright, and that he was outraged. He claims it's all well
documented, both here and  somewhere in Southern France.



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